Heartstrings

TW: Gore/blood

Tug at my heartstrings and tie it to you,

Control my heart rate, watch it grow anew,

To the delicate puppet that you see,

To the distant heart that does not know glee, 

It beats faster and faster anxiously,

But some can't understand so easily,

As a puppet must carry out its acts,

Yet what can I do when it's too abstract? 

The string gets tighter and tighter around,

The heart that no longer wants to be found,

Now sever these strings, it can't be of use,

For a failed performance has no excuse, 

Tug at my heartstrings to untie it now,

Control my heart rate, since I don't know how.