Tangled

Tangled,

you are tangled

in your own thoughts

in your own words

you play yourself

like piano chords

hammer each string

until they've crossed their lines

I'll forge each note

to fit my own designs

and each time you don't kiss me

I'll go home and brush my hair

no tangles, no tangles

no tangling there

Tangled,

I am tangled

crossed by your thoughts

bored with your words

I've played myself

by moving towards

a line without a guide

that finds itself over again

knotting and twisting

never to reach the end

each time you don't kiss me

I'll go home and brush my hair

no tangles, no tangles

no tangling there

stroke by stroke

brushing my hair

removing each stroke

of your hand caressing there

stroke by stroke by stroke

I'm struck and stuck 

these knots are just not fair

each time you don't kiss me

I'll go home and brush my hair

no tangles, no tangles

no tangling there