The strings of her heart are woven through his fingers and when she's sad, she leans back, lets the feeling of falling remind her that she's alive
And even though it only hurts
And even though it makes her want to die
She leans
Most of the time he leaves the strings slack, he's curled up inside himself
Inside all the tangles of his mind and that time he almost died
But when he feels strong, he gives a pull just to remind her that he's alive
Just a little tug to keep her on the ride

She bites, and it ******* stings
She slaps and lashes and apologizes night after night after
Night, and in the morning she is terrified
Because she knows that her strings are made out of knives
Because she knows what happens when you remove the blade, she's seen the blood on the tile
Seen the blood in his eyes
His strings are invisible
So she never knows what he wants
All ******* in him, he jerks and twitches, his strings are taut in the throes of invisible tides
So it looks like she's possessed on the other end of his lines
They're both so sorry
So much of the time

I am just a tangle of strings
Not particularly tied to anything
I ponder my knots with sticky fingers waiting
For the day when I decide to rip myself apart all over someone else
Just like all my friends