Your fingers are tangled In my heartstrings. You pull me like a marionette. These strings of enchantment seem so intangible, yet as you pull away, I feel you hopelessly stuck in me. Your strings start to look like mine, now I haven’t a clue how to sort this out. The harder you pull the more it holds you. And then I think, it wouldn’t be so bad, you stuck in me, I stuck in you.