If you had tiny strings attached to your wrist,
I’d make you write me a love letter,
to tell me that you can’t exist another minute without me.
I’d append minuscule strings to your heart,
make it beat a second faster,
at the sound of my voice,
at the tang of my skin,
at the stare of my eyes.
If you had string attached to your mind,
I’d make every thought,
Will you be my puppeteer?
Say you will.