Strings
The strings you attach,
wrap,
around my heart to pull me down,
to keep me from the realization,
that I need another,
one that is not you.
You tug and pull,
upon the flutters of my heart,
playing me into your game of only taking.
Take from me my unconditional love for you,
take my body,
my spirit,
and my soul.
So you can sit in the comfort of knowing,
that dread and death will never claim you,
for my love for you will shield you,
and fall before you do.