must've been something knit
but a missed impulse made it
unravel
from scratch rebuild all threads
of heart, of logic,
of faith and fate
it feels below pitiful
the vague chanted wish
of you to gain me
and of me to give my voice away.....
turn a blind eye and deaf ear
unaware
your words mean all
and mine never lift ground level
so you see it, i'm afraid
i'm afraid of being reduced
to an object of one's longing,
[nothing else]
must i be there only when
your heart desires?
without fail
without owned wording
.
.
.
unravel
but a missed impulse,
must've been something knit
i take it all as it is
with a slight bitter taste
