Red String of Fate (original poem)

The beauty of a flower could
bring me to my knees but the look
in your eyes when you smile
left me dead on my feet;
I haven’t taken a breath since.
Listen to me, I’m morbid but
I’m loving. Too serious for games,
grown weary with age of this constant
tug o war with my red string of fate.
Who are you on the other end and why
are you so resistant to my tentative pulls?
So many names echo loudly in my brain.
If one belongs to you, how could you not
hear the howls of them in the night?
Do the others drown you out?
Or am I the one sinking under all these
memories and faces and taunting words?
How will I ever find you on my own?