Strange feelings

Somehow one call or text can flip everything

I honestly convinced myself I was done with even the thought of you

The wounds healed and the eyes remained dry

Then you come and make sure I remember I'm always in your palms

Oh new strings have been attached to my limbs

Your ready to be the puppet master again

I'm supposed to obey and act like I enjoy your harsh words, the way you toy with my emotions

Can I just walk away and be set free from your

annoying needle of manipulation

Or is it already embedded in me