SNIP, SNIP, SNIP

"Kiss me",
you said.
I kissed you.
"Put your hand on my breast,"
you said.
I put my hand on your breast.

Closer and closer we became,
until our hearts were sewn together.
They were warm, against each other.
And they lived together, for a time.

But now,
when I see you,
you try to suppress that warmth.
Even though you feel it
and feel drawn to me.
You try to make yourself cold.

Each time that I see you,
you try to make the coldness
reach your eyes.

You try to cut another stitch
of the thread
each time.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

You try to cut the thread.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Slowly, but surely,
you are driving our hearts apart,
taking away the warmth.

It is only a matter of time
until the love is gone.