i can only believe
in love at first sight
            if it is mutual,

   otherwise it is simply
                          a tragedy

the knots, they began
deep down in my stomach
tendrils reached out,
wrapped around every piece
of everything alive

inside of me, i feel
the twisted fingers,
reaching quietly for this
frayed and broken heart of
mine,
      To fix;
               to hide;
                        to drag

it deep back down where no one else
can see the beautiful
mess that i have made of

*myself

i accidentally wore my heart on my sleeve,
i accidentally gave it over coffee,
i accidentally tried to seem better ,
i accidentally drank far too much,
i accidentally fell into that bed,
i accidentally cuddled too close;

i wish accidents never happened