• Solitude has created this.
    This tangled mess of a person.
    Proud of his work, he never leaves me alone.
    Smothering me with his unwanted attention.

    I think of you
    as the ribbons of fate entwine around me.
    Never stopping.
    Never slowing.
    Strangling the very thought of us.

    At a flash of red,
    they snap and tear,
    leaving me stranded
    upon this desolate island
    of painful memories.