just a simple sleight of hand caused a complicated slip outside the lines i drew steamrolling the rules i wrote what was once overly restrictive now no longer safely self contained whose hands but my own held the sheers that severed the threads of our fate what a shame emotional exaggerations imagination or entanglement but i swore i felt it gripping my throat gutted by reality and unresolved melancholy i must’ve misplaced that false sense of hope or lost it when i remembered i was never built to be someone’s home