Tugging At My Heartstrings

You’ve had me on the hook,

From the first glance that I took.

I’ve always looked for more, than just a perfect figure.

Yet, I couldn’t judge you, for your beauty either.

You’re the chocolate and the strawberry.

The knotted stem,

On a dark red cherry.

Plucking at my heartstrings,

You reverberate sweetness in my soul.

What if I care about you far too quickly,

To be confident,

In my sense of self-control?

~

A woman isn’t what I need.

Not at this moment, anyways,

I have a life I need to lead,

Alone,

Before I can share my better days.

~

I’ve had this dance with other girls,

One too many times before.

I tend to lose my sense of purpose,

As my purpose turns to yours.

~

Yet, your tenderness,

Has me shook,

For a taste of what’s to come.

My heart may pull me near,

But my brain tells me to run.

~

I’m the moth that flaps its wings at night,

Attracted to that pale-blue light,

Seduced closer with a rhythmic hum,

Until with a shocking zap,

The moth succumbs.

~

I’m addicted to that feeling,

Of the excitement and the fun,

With that ever nagging question,

Could this finally be –

The one?

~

Yet, the answer is most likely,

That you’re just –

Another one.

~

Perhaps, I’m just too cynical,

For the heart that’s on my sleeve,

But my traumas nearing clinical,

So I’m searching for a reprieve.

~

Keep on teasing me,

Don’t let me be,

Even if it is just far too soon.

Your gravity is calling me,

The way the earth,

Is calling to the moon.

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