The String

I lost my hold, then
  in the sight of you and the openings
of those bright, brilliant blue eyes
that I thought could love me
  yet could barely meet with mine

So I fall for the hundred thousandth time
  unsure of how to make sense of the things
that don't make sense on their own
because I thought I'd figured this out
    until you walked on and wouldn't look back

And I lost my hold, then
    as I drove through the night
  two thousand miles from you, among the mountains
  fighting the empty spaces between the stars
because when you hold to something too tightly
        it swallows half your heart

So I fall prey to the broken parts
  that make up almost all of me
and were held, by little bits
            along your brilliant string