5this was written a while ago, and i've only just now posted it. hope you enjoy it, r&r?
you're just his puppet
balancing on a string of make-believe and beautiful fairytales
.
you're the pretty face
perched on his arm
the respectable wife where your sister really ought to be
you're the beautiful smiles && effortless laughter
the
pureblood
aristocratic
perfect
t
.
they watch you
(not the dead look in his eyes)
so you're the perfect puppet
(to hide the cracks that will one day break you apart)
.
sometimes you hate it
(he might love you, but is it worth it?)
sometimes you just want to scream
but you play the obedient puppet
because you love him
&& you could never let him go
.
to see the happiness light up his face
(only slightly fake)
it makes you smile
&& then it's so much easier to play his puppet
because he really does love you
&& you really do love him