The Ball of Yarn

A trail taut with torment Fraught with threads afray Once fastidious, your intricacies so fervent Now cease to self-fascinate and fade away. I washed away your beauty as I drank all you had to give, For I was poor and lonely, While you were all-too-quick to forgive. A fool, in an all-you-can-eat fools buffet, I was too quick To take what you were freely giving away. Now unwound the truth unfolds, To show the sew sawed and severed. A final, swansong voice to those untolds. My core torn, our souls entwined, your sanity... Untethered.