Knots.
Knots caught in the upper left corner
of my eye
roped and tangled like wild vines.

typical
and over cynical,
trying to break what sought me in the beginning.
trying to break what tied me, confined me, designed me.

Tried,
denied for the love
and the soul
she deserves.

create me,
break me
taint me

Why dont you just
bless me
make me a saint.
One of
Nothing and of no one.