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.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
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.
Still reeling, still sorting
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