Tangled

Tangled.

Connected, by so many knots.

Not something we should have done.

Knots complicating our structure,

Not layers we need in our chain.

chain me to you – but never to your heart.

Hearts beat faster,

We pull closer, stronger, together, we weaken our structure.

The tighter we pull, the weaker we are. We bend.

We yearn, we desire, we break.

Knots in lives, already delicate and fine.

Not a line we should have crossed

Not a tangle we can unravel.

What’s done is done and we are done.

Because now we are something new,

Now we are knot upon not, forever becoming what we shouldn’t be.

How did we get here?

How did we go from us, to we, to you. 

Me.