It's ridiculous.

How time and time again

I think you’ll come back.

Even after leaving me

Time and time again

I’m trying to break this string

That is wrapped tightly around my finger

That binds you to me.

It’s knotted around my middle finger,

But only gets tighter

Everytime I try to remove it by 

Sliding

So I take ahold of it in my hands

And pull them away from each other,

But the string roughens.

It makes my hands red.

If only it was made of a clothing tag.

I rub my hands over each other,

Thumb tracing over the indents

Coating my index fingers,

Just before I grab the scissors to cut myself free.

But that won’t free me either. 

The string only bends with the dull blades.

Even after many tries-

Nothing happens. 

If only it was made of yarm.

It turns to a sickly, bright gold

Looked like the thread of life

But i’m not one of the fates with one eye,

Who could weave and break connections, 

And certainly not immortality.

If only it was made of something breakable.