it should be you
Tied around my finger
Dangling by a thread
Instead I am the thread
Held taught
The tension seemingly breaking my patience
Fibers jumping and coiling up
As if a hand had let go of theirs
So small and so tragic
I can't see beyond this clouded glass
Distorting the image on the other side
Leaving me helplessly lost
Without objective
You are meaningless
But I shared a piece of my heart
In anticipation
That you would surprise me
I give you more chances than you need
Counting down the days until I cut your line
Or rather
My line to you
That I had cast so abruptly,
Needlessly,
Send us into a spiral of warm vagueness
Hypnotic and frustrating
I fail to see what goes on in that head
I never learn
