Poetry: Then You Came In

I was fine with where I was,
but then you came in.
You sent me higher than high,
only to put me lower than before.

Was it amusement for you,
some kind of wicked game?
I was your puppet,
dancing on barbed strings.

I was hollow,
but then you came in.
Filling me up with what I thought was real,
but all I was filled with was regret.

I thought you were the one I wanted,
a kindred spirit in a sea of humanity.
You thought I was another boy to string along,
a notch in your egotistical belt.

A freedom today,
at the cost of a buried past.
A sacrifice at your altar,
at the fact I still love you.