Tug

There is a
little string tied
to my heart.

No. Wait.  I think
it was stitched into my heart-
so I feel that-

when you pull
that string-
you pull my strings and
******* that hurts

So stop, please,  
stop tugging at my heart,
strings,
threads.  

Stop tugging and tearing
at the very fabric of my being.

Hey.

Who made you tailor?
Who made you
The seamstress of my heart?