On Strings

My heart hangs by fragile strings.
Combined, they hold up quite well
keeping my heart in place.

The you come into my life with your
pretty little scissors.
Oh how skilled you are at using those
sharpened blades.
I let you take those strings into your
dangerously appealing hands.
Even though I knew
(Oh yes I knew)
that you had those scissors right there
in your pocket.
And could pull them out whenever you
felt like it.

You have so many sets of strings wrapped
up in your stupid frikin' fingers.
I wish I could take those shiny scissors and
cut
your
fingers
OFF!!
Like you've cut away so many fragile strings before.