You are the equivalent of a knotted
necklace chain -  your ends tied to mine,
but it's about time I untangle our comedic tragedy;

you are a mess of constant confusion, occasionally
relaying and resting your uncertain intentions/
motivations on my chest, and asking me drunkenly
to unravel your misery, and darling I did that,
I tried that, and in the end I'm not like that.