Galaxies Tied Up With Strings


Maybe if I fall out of bed
Maybe if I crash to the floor
Maybe if I pretend to be drowning
I won’t always feel like the last wheel


The floor shifts beneath my feet
and once again I’m helpless
leaning on her and him and you


The world’s a stampede, I have no choice but to dive in
but I’m diving as a fly on her shoulder
and I’m laughter coaxed into one person
one heart, one mind

but right now the shackles have bound me too tight


I wish I could tear into you with my words,
read your thoughts, speak your name in a rhyme
but instead I’ll stay
right here
I’m all the galaxies tied up with strings
but the box has never been opened

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Written 7/18/16

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