Pulling
Has become second nature
Pulling at strings
To make the beings around me
Do as I will
Gentle
Barely felt tugs
At the cords of existance
Pulling you closer
A hand
A hug
Your shoulder against mine
Sitting on the bus
Talking on a bench
Feeling you close
Knowing you're there
The doors here
I tell you
Refuse to be pulled
I must place my hands firmly
And tilt
My weight against them
Against my promise
To never again
Push away.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
Pulling
Has become second nature
Pulling at strings
To make the beings around me
Do as I will
Gentle
Barely felt tugs
At the cords of existance
Pulling you closer
A hand
A hug
Your shoulder against mine
Sitting on the bus
Talking on a bench
Feeling you close
Knowing you're there
The doors here
I tell you
Refuse to be pulled
I must place my hands firmly
And tilt
My weight against them
Against my promise
To never again
Push away.