hearts strung too taut
snap under the pressure
left by notes plucked long ago.
worth? finding worth?
these are the least of my concerns
when things as important as ego
and image are riding on the line.
no, why would i bother
with finding self worth?
and for that matter,
why would you pretend to care?
you don't. let's just play
it like it is.
you don't care.
i am the puppet
you, the puppet master.
i am the thread,
you, the needle.
and whether it was intentional
when you stitched my heart
to yours, it doesn't change
the fact that as thread,
i follow the needle.
round and round we go.
dancing this endless game.
trying to salvage and protect
what little of our hearts we
have left after our
separate paths.
yet something glows every time
our paths cross.
something in the universe
screams out, STOP!
PAY ATTENTION TO THIS!
and we do, yet we never do.
are doomed to dance in this cycle?
endlessly twirling around,
sizing each other
(as well as ourselves)
up to no avail or end?
or will we abandon reason.
abandon logic.
and meet in the middle of the floor.
and at least try out one dance.
just to see where it leads.
will we?
i cannot say.
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