Blindfolded Dance

"I like you too.

Something that I, 

for five years, 

have longed to hear 

you tell me. 

My heart throbbed 

with ecstasy, 

My stomach panged 

in surprise, 

and everything 

went black. 

This is when the 

"stage light" had shone. 

one gentle Hand 

held a disguised Snare 

and marked the start of 

our distanced 

"Blindfolded Dance". 

Each sway led me 

deeper in your steps, 

and changed me into 

a naive puppet. 

Each of my strings 

entrapped by your sweet 

chocolate-covered words. 

However, the fault 

was my own. 

Clinging onto that 

which was not promised, 

my grave was prepared. 

the Trap did not 

aim to remain 

dancing for life, but 

only for a 

moment, not 

an eternity 

like me. 

It was then that 

this "Puppet" had 

understood that it

was the only one 

wearing the blindfolds. 

the Snare had 

left the stage long

ago, leaving the other

alone.

Yet, this Puppet

kept dancing on its

own, not needing

someone else, and

took leaps, jumps, and

landed on her feet.

The "crowd" gave her a standing ovation,

and with each applause, the puppet

became her own Person.

It took some time

but finally,

through many storms,

even she had learned to love herself.

What Love taught this puppet

was more valuable to her than the

"love" that snare could ever give her.

Love teaches, opens up our eyes, and

transforms those who wish to become stonger.

Love is pure, not to be used for others sins,

whether intended nor unintended. 

Love lets you dance together,

binding two into one.

Becoming each other's soul,

with no blindfold, no tricks, no dirty desires. 

Love sets us free.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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