There are strings that connect us
I feel them stir when we meet eyes
And tug when we touch
Crisscrossing over our skin
Barbed with ardor
And feathered with crystals
I feel them steadily slice through my veins
And cut through the air
Lining the winds with my gust of sighs
And a bleeding of tears
This room is yours,
Fabricated with your oblivious threads
Of compassion and laughter,
Stained by my blood and
Weighed down by shards
Of shattered glass
And the powder of broken teeth
And held together
By the absence of oxygen
This hurts so much,
Being rubbed raw by the rosin that sticks to my ribs,
That cracks them open and breaks them away,
Exposing a still beating spindle
My private source of pain
Winding the cords tighter and tighter
Leaving me suffocating
And you unblemished
Still smiling through it all,
Trying to sew together something that's more
Than what we actually have and more
Beautiful than the web we live in
But creating nothing but
Thin strings beings plucked by
the slick hands of circumstance
In a key that only I can hear
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Memories
PoetryI'm not the best poet but I'm just trying something out and trying to be brave. I hope you like it and I don't mind any constructive criticism. All these poems are about things I think about and remember like love,school, and family
