Literary (Submission): His
I am his mirror,
His object of vanity
A constant reminder
Of his beautiful insanity
I am his trophy,
An object he can parade
Holding me close
Keeping me encased
I am his puppet
The star of his show
Way past feeling
Controlled by my heartstrings
Anchored to his promises
Lured by his words
Sustained by his kisses
Suffocated by his embraces
I am his, yet I am none
Holding on to something gone
