Red String Theory
If thoughts were physical
If how much I thought of you
Was how much you thought of me
Was how close we were to each other
Then I would fall asleep
Every night
In your arms
Our souls intertwined
So intricately
No force imaginable
Could ever snap the thread
But that is to say
If I much I thought of you
Was how much you thought of me
If
Just if
Because I know
It’s not
So if thoughts were physical
I would be attached
To you
And you wouldn’t have a single
Red
Thread
Connecting
You
to me
I would sleep in a blanket of red string
And you would sleep bare
Or maybe in the strings
Of another
If how much she thought of you
Was how much I thought of you
she’d be smothered by red
She would trip in it
She would drown in it
She would dance whilst entangled
Red ribbon wrapping over her body
Gracefully
Maddeningly
Mummified by red
But she can’t think of you
As much as I think of you
Because no one else
Would be insane enough
To let you pull them along
Inch by inch
Just so I could get closer to you
I didn’t realize the string wasn’t attached to you
Like it was to me
You were just pulling it
And cascading it back and forth
Rainstorms of falling red ribbon
Follow me
You teased
Trust me
Trust Fate
Life has a plan
Fate has a plan
And it’s at the end of this string
waiting for you
waiting for us
Fate always has
Something for us to gain
From every situation
Tell me then
What was the plan
When you dropped the string
When you had lured me into a swirling vortex of red flames
Was that Fate?
Was that the plan?
Tell me Fate
What was to gain
When I watched him smile
And drop the thread
When I watched him turn around
And march away
Proud
Cackling
Grinning that I believed that my strings
Were attached
To his
Hungrily, I pulled harder on the thread
Chasing farther down it
Yanking handfuls behind me
Pleading to see that this wasn’t the end
That there WAS something better for me
That my fate wouldn’t be to forever chase him
And as I kept pulling
It kept dragging me closer to him
Every turn he’d make
the ribbon would leap towards him
Every pace he advanced
The thread would veer near him
Even though
He wasn’t pulling it
I kept hoping that it would turn
Last second
That right when I thought it would be him
I would notice a snag in the string
And watch it lead me away
From him
But it never did
Maybe I’m just pulling
An endless bobbin
Of red thread
If thoughts were physical
I would be hanging
By a red string
And you would’ve tied the knot
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