poetry

Strings Attached

I don’t know

If I miss you,

All I know is you

Can’t save the world

With a broken piece of string;

Soggy, frayed, brittle,

Stretched too thin,

Pulled too tight.

Don’t move,

We’re only made of wool,

We’ll snap.

It can’t support us both;

This won’t hold me together.

Let’s admit it: We’re people,

Not puppets.

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