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.