dead weight

Sever my limbs,

they’re no use anymore.

You don’t have to be careful,

hack them if need be.

They can’t possibly carry me to your heart.

They can’t lift me into your mind.

They cannot enter your soul,

nor travel to the front of your thoughts.

Alas,

my limbs are not the problem,

it’s every breathing moment

that’s made me who I am,

and who you are.

It can’t just be the attraction of two bright stars,

more goes into wrapping my arms…

Because we are human,

I wish we weren’t,

I wish I wasnt, man.