there are knots tying my insides together,
tangled into a ball inside of me,
no matter how hard i try i cannot unravel them,
no matter how many times i think i have them just where i want them,
they slip through my fingers or manage to get even more fucked up,
i thought it was just my insides,
but it's becoming my brain too,
and just like my insides
i can't untie them
YOU ARE READING
thinking
Poetrythe biggest parts of me poured into a tiny little book (not a 5quad book; just some thoughts)
