~You gave me your heart but but where is it now?~
Miles of String
The strings of my heart, you go places I will never know and it’s being trampled under your feet
My heart is not a ball of yarn I can only be undone once
I cannot be strung out and tied together again
I am a knot
My heart is full of knots that cannot be untangled each fiber a part of me a part of my past
I say, can you accept this past? You may share the same deplorable antiquity
I hide these things in my long
coarse
thin
hair
You’d never ask
You’d never tell
Could I accept yours? Could I run my fingers between each strand and smile at them?
You tried to set me free but I was already in those knots
I was the corrupted one
As I formed into these knots
you pulled me along, a toy waiting to be ignited like a trail of gunpowder I submerge into the depths of every failing hope and I slip into something chimerical that is inescapable, that is unforgettable, that is trampled by your feet
This yarn is full of many colors
you cannot hope to see every spectrum of my passions
Every intention of love has been interpreted as lust or unripe judgement
I have been seen as many things but a lover is on a different path
These knots cannot hold forever I am breakable
yet I am strung miles along your path
left to be
eroded
from
your
life
I only hope to be recreated into something beautiful
Seen as something to love forever
to be worn on their heart
my being, proud, gathered,a scintilla of love
let the past be the past and let it be cut out and never picked up
Cut my knots off and what is left
let it be be cherished
I want to be strung throughout your heart and never left to be trampled
I want to be miles of string beside you
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