Red Thread - A Sonnet

Today I almost melted my red thread.
I thought, “Perhaps it won't be very hard”;

I then considered if I had misled my head,
For even subtle things can pierce like shards

The thread forms like a vicious, brewing storm,

Consent not vital, only strong results.
In fleshy bundles, full awareness swarms.
A strange concoction, expressly to adults.

Before destroying this weak crimson cord,
a crisp new love began, a love for life.

Because it's fleeting, hate, before, was stored
Now briefness aids me while enduring strife.

Acknowledge beauty or let beauty break.

Which would you rather do awake?