i ' m d o n e f o r

my words are immortalised

in someone else's emotion.

i connect myself to other people

through strings, threaded through the world.

wholly alone, i am holy with you,

complete with you, the chip

in my shoulder sits in your

eyes, and its only small,

but i could never be one

without it, and you.

i am silent, unable to speak.

when i try, i mishear myself,

so how could you see my eyes and

understand my fluctuating heartbeat.

if i cut my ties to everything,

 i could immortalise myself in sand

then, at least, i would be rid of the tangles. 

but if i ever did, i would missing

the chip off my shoulder,

and i would be missing you.