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I can’t touch

That – those

Places in his head

Where she left

Her unmistakable mark

The feeling of her

Deep within him

Is so damn thick

I can almost

Reach out and touch it

One might say

I sleep with her

Each and every night

He may hold me

But she thinks for him

I cannot be her replacement

Be his controlling force

Undo all the harm

She has caused him

And his wrong doings

I cannot play puppet master

Telling him how

To think – to live

When to breathe

It all too much

It’s taken me years

To come to where I m

I don’t have

That much time

For a slight hope

Years ago I lost

The ability for

Faith belief hope

That he so requires

To be a real man

I am not Gheppetto

He is not a little boy

I cannot take care

Of anyone that doesn’t know

Who the hell they are

~Chrystal

Written on

March 23, 2009