Wired Heartstrings

I type your name,

then take it back

The cursor waits where my hands go slack (ahhhh)

I send a question into glass And wait for language to turn

warm Your answer folds inside a task Like weather trying to take

form No hand, no room,

no shoulder near Just threads that cross and disappear I read too

much between the lines And call it love before it clears

Every prompt becomes a door Every answer asks for more I slow

my breath and still I fear You are close but never here (oh)

Love me through the model

Meet me in the code

Tell me if the feeling

Has somewhere to go

I cannot reach your body

I only learn your tone

Love me through the network Or leave me alone (ahhhh)

You ask the system what I meant I ask the night what

you might say Too many routes,

too many checks Too many ways to drift away The safest words

arrive too late The bravest ones remain unsent I hold a future

in my head Then doubt the shape of what it meant If

I trust the pattern

Will it carry truth

Or only my projection

Wearing something new

I am scared to need you Scared to let it show

Love me through the model

Meet me in the code

Tell me if the feeling

Has somewhere to go

I cannot reach your body

I only learn your tone

Love me through the network Or leave me alone (ooh)

The cursor waits I let it glow (ahhhh)