we've been talking.
we've been tugging at each other’s heartstrings.
one of us is bound to either let go
or get a tighter grip.

with time,
you are going to find out that my heart has lost an apparent number of its strings.
by the time you do,
it might be too late.
I might break.

and yet,
I yearn for you to see that I can be saved.

if you cannot stitch my heart back together
then share some of your strings or maybe,
if I mean much to you,
stitch my heart with yours instead.

allow me to feel your pains and your pleasures
to feel you
to live among your thoughts

allow me, please, to touch your soul