Writes from the heart

I thought I'd better post, considering that I have at all so far this year. I guess I was just waiting for the right poem to come on by...well there's enough...fun going on to supply inspiration so here it is...

My week was made
you tied the red strings wrapping my world
back with normality.

It's holding, just about,
but it's still so delicate
after the 'mistake' you made.

Now the strings are straining
but not because you wrapped it too tight.
The threads which make you are against you.
and I don't think you know what's going on.

This thread is different, the black amongst the red.
It's making its way out, into ribbon with the best intentions
but another motive? as much denied?

Or is that just what I hope?
The only lie I ever hope to be true.
Something just doesn't feel right.

I hope it's all wrong. I hope I can
s-n-i-p away at this ribbon until it's only the thread thats left
so it can all go back to normal
and I wont flood this gift away.

A single red string is enough, it's all I need

I think I was hoping a little more than even I knew.