knotted and tied.

you are the best part of popular fiction with those stories you tell and the lies you weave in and out of my ears, a tender macrame of gaping holes.

you know that from far away, i'll believe every hook and discard those blatent mistakes, slips of hand.

i'll write no more words for you. this is the last of them, scraping the bottom of the jar. i've brought your ways closer, examined, and discarded them.

i'm lighter by the minute.