Control Freak

She was a control freak.

Just... not in the way you’d expect.

She wasn’t itching to fix a flaw in her plan.

The truth was, she was fine with the mess.

As a matter of fact, she often caused it.

What she controlled...

Manifested red black and blue.

Thin lines on his arms.

A bruise shown anew.

Impulsive, yet calculated.

He was her masterpiece.

His world to her liking.

She led the dance,

I think that’s why he forgave her...

Because deep down, he knew

She was lost

And I think so was he.

The control that we saw entrap him

Made him feel free.