heart strings

Our love is a heart
woven so carefully.
The heart starts to break
it unravels.
Each tenuous thread
being stretched to far over the distance
between our hands
the seconds ticking y
between our heartbeats.
Each delicate thread
not stretched far enough.
The razer thin edges
see saw
as we grasp each end
trying so hard to pull
us back together.
It cuts through our skin,
holds us back
and we cry
for each other
while we bleed
to the last drop.
This heart will never break again.
We let go.