Twisted Strands

Stop staring through my eyes.
You're tearing through me.
Please.

Distance kills.
My threads can't reach
but we're intertwined.
        Or are we simply tangled?
Creasing, pressing,
my heart folding in your hands
like origami.
        Or crumpled paper?
Don't pull too tight,
my wings will fold.
Twisted inside
a song through my thick throat,
all you hear
is a whisper.
    Please.
    
If the threads break, will I fly free?
        Or will I unravel.