Heart Strings

a pull at the heart strings

the last few threads holding them together

he was supposed to reinforce those seams

he promised to fix me

he said he’d make the pain go away

instead he numbed my senses

now I can’t tell, without my senses

just how weak they’ve become, my heart strings

and I cannot just wish him away

he tells me we’re better together

but he never asks me

and now I’m ripped at the seams

who will repair these torn up seams

who will show me all my senses

when I tried to do what was best for me

he held on to me like a puppet’s strings

“because I love you”, he said, “we’ll stay together”

I didn’t know how to push him away

it takes unfathomable strength to get away

especially with so many open seams

but he had an estranged perception of together

ignoring my senses

pulling, yanking at my heart strings

do not tell me he loved me

when I finally focused on me

forcing his empty promises away

he left me brittle, frayed strings

he left me aching seams

with no conception left of my senses

a dark shadow over our time together

in the aftermath, there is no more together

it is only me

without him, I have regained my senses

I have the strength to push him away

I have the strength to patch up these seams

I’ve tied knots in my heart strings

I can no longer trust my senses to keep me away

from something so painful; us together, him and me

I could not feel the rips in my seams, the pull at my heart strings