My wires have become increasingly intertwined with yours.
They short circuit,
They glow, and sure enough
They burn more energy than we need.
I tried to cut the cord to you---
I really did try.
Every time I’d get out the scissors
You’d smack them out of my hands
And we’d stay connected.
These “connections” we have,
They have to go.
We are only a few small trips---
---very small stumbles---
Away from ruining ourselves.
I used to pretend
That our wires
Had come connected,
Prior to meeting.
That there had to be some moment,
That we had meet long before we ever knew each other.
It’s impossible to try and untangle the wires.
I’ve spent years.
They wrap around my soul,
Binding me to you.
We could always unplug
Ourselves, creating a feast for the rest of the world.
Let them see the broken wires.
Let them mesh their filthy souls into my own.
As long as you hold my hand, nothing
Can break me from hope.