A tug and a pull

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I cannot explain the power you have over me.

A tug, a pull towards you.

It shouldn't be there, and

I try to ignore it, but

you feel it to. 

Don't you? 

This tug, this pull. 

Our hearts intertwined

on a thread that cannot be cut, 

only stretched. 

Have I stretched it to the point of breaking?

For now I can breath

when I am near you,

and be in the same room without

feeling the urge to run.

no, that's a lie....it's still there. 

But now, now I can feel it slipping away.

Can you feel it?

I am scared. I am ecstatic.

This change

that must come soon is

all so terrifying.

I have waited so long for it to be here, 

and now I wish 

this tug, this pull, 

this thread will last a little while longer.

What will happen when it is gone? 

Will we forget everything that has happened? 

Confused by the emotions of the past?

 

Or will we build a new thread, 

one of a different color and make 

to keep a connection....

even if it is no where near as strong?

 

I am afraid. 

Afraid that we will make it stronger! 

Afraid we won't

and it will die, '

lone with the love

we have of each other. 

I want a new thread. 

One not so demanding, 

so controlling,

 so inseparable that I feel 

a constant tug,  constant pull. 

I want a thread that will allow us to relive our old memories

with joy, 

that will keep us connected 

but not make us ever so inseparable 

that being around you makes me feel like running in opposite directions. 

I want to be friends, 

but I know....

I know that can never be.

Still, 

I cling to hope,

and live off of the ecstasy and fear. 

forever feeling 

that pull, that tug...

constant.

Author's Note

I haven't really edited it yet, so feel free to say whatever about whatever.

Reviews

["writing by" KS]

I liked this very much.. nice read.. well done

[ATG]

A very good poem. Could use some slight editing, but nothing major. A space or two to divide stanzas maybe. Overall though, it was a very interesting piece.