Frayed

A rope is pulled taut to remove all the slack
When two people are fighting
There’s no length to give back
This tug of war is a game
That’s not between friends
You’ll find love works the best
When you both pull from one end

So stop weaving your rope
With the whole thing in mind
Your futures are built
One tangled thread at a time
Frayed spools of loose twine
Won’t make a good rope
When you pull from both ends
It’ll still snap despite hope

—Connor