you sit with your instrument,
plucking away at the strings.
sweet harmony surrounds me
and moments pass with comfort.
too long without.
my body is fragile,
tender walls that hold no barrier
for the strength inside my heart.
your tune is harsh like candy.
i can keep up.
but i can't hold my own.
you play along,
pulling me in.
there's distance in between.
to keep us from knowing the truth.
i don't know what i could do if you appeared.
you left me with nothing.
but i can hear it. clearly.
you still play at my heartstrings.
and you have no idea
how sweet the melody sounds to me.
you sit with your instrument.
and pluck at my heartstrings.
pulling me apart.
untying what holds me together.
that is impossible to do.
the glue melts away.
my eyes are cracked.
my lips lay still.
there's a limit to your love.
i feel this in slow motion.
your instrument.
your heart.
you pull me undone.
you don't have any regret.
just keep playing.
i'll lay here remembering.
listening to the sweet sound.
every pluck is a tug on my strings.
its becoming loose every time.
i understand this.
but you just wrap this warm tune around me.
i can feel the sharp edge it has, against my heartstrings.
one more pull.
i'm just your reminder.
you don't need to try.
i'm just under the thin layer of your sweet melody.
your heart feels so cold.
but a cold heart will burn.
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