S(he's) in Trouble

Rose colored glasses are distorted.

I have a tiny red string tied around my heart, 

and it guides me right to you.  

I can accept you to any end, 

and fear for what you would do...

I don't know if the other end is tied around yours, 

or if its simply a leash you don't know you hold.

Sometimes it feels like you pull me gently,

and my being threatens to unfold.

I have never fought back on it, 

and only enjoyed its existence. 

I never meant to tell you about it, 

a secret meant for our personal dissonance.

I don't know how to tell you what you do to me, 

and I am scared for you to actually see...

That years of my life have been hiding this string, 

and I don't want you to cut it free. 

Author's Note

Just some raw feelings, will be edited again someday

Reviews

[Chris]

Doesn't need editing ...just appreciating and reaching.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

There are times in life we love someone this strong that it hurts more then m as kes us happy. Thank you for sharing this poem.

[ExposedSiren]

Thank you for reading it. Sometimes I wonder if all the glorification behind the love poems of old were written in pain instead of beauty...