Knots

Running.
Like time
Won’t suture
The wounds

Like it always has.

And I can
Play the chords
If I want to.

And you can
Hide
And change
The rules
And bite
Your tongue..

Like you’re used to.

So when you come
Around,

I’ll be the knot
In your spine
That never sleeps.

And you’ll
Be dead to me.