I always felt you were tethered else where
Some thick black cable that tied your heart to her
Or maybe you are more like a May pole
So many bright ribbons wrapping you round and round
Until you are gone and only an intricate pattern of
Beautiful colors remain
How many hands do you hold my love
How many promises have you whispered in dark rooms
Promises of ‘I love you’
Your were tethered so tautly I could play those stings
Those secret songs you were singing
I felt the reverberation of all those hearts tied to yours
And the cacophony struck me deaf and I couldn’t sleep next to you
We are all a web of our own making
The center of our own network of cables
Some delicate, day to day encounters
The passing of those little loves, strangers on the street
From which we are easily freed
Other tethers are frayed from distance or distrust
But still attach to us
Darling you shouldn’t pull your web too tight
Or tie yourself so causally to other hearts
Because a tether can become a noose so quickly
And while I was hanging on every word you said
You were dangling my heart with another’s
Unable to decide on which chord to play
which string to cut
in my rib cage I could feel you wound round and round
until I was sure you were tuning me too tight
so I ask you love
Lets cut all the tethers and just dance together
We don’t need the songs of other strings
I’ll dance with you in silence and leave my line
Love me and love me only
~an Emma original~
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