I connect my towns and cities with strings, family, and myself like a map and pishpins - some intersect - some stray

Every step I take, they tug harder from behind 

The further I walk, the tighter they become - until they snap 

And all you have left are the remains to look upon

Sometimes all you have left are the memories

I try my best to keep these cords in tact - to preserve them - prepare them to be tested once again

Many make it, many don't

But the more I have attatched to me

The more weight I have to pull

The more I have gripping me in place

I know sometimes it's too much

But I am strong

At least I think I am...

Although, one day I'm afraid they may break me

And who will I be then?

Other than the girl who intertwined her soul into every person and place she met - but later broke

And it all pulled

At her heartstrings

Nobody knew how strong

And nobody knew how fragile

Compassionate

Deep

In love

They forgot it's possible for someone to die of a broken heart

Take it from me:

16 and too attatched, I think not

Pure of heart despite my tragedies

Life for me is nothing without memories and the efforts to keep them alive

So be wary - compassionate and pure of heart

For someday your heartstrings will be gripping far more than they can handle

We all know how glass can't be put seamlessly back together once it's been broken