the opposite empty

the moon doesn’t have to be full
to be loved

neither do you
was a tweet i saw

that reminded me of
an emptiness inside

you me us
of splintered pieces

gaps and spaces
of rambling stories without resolutions

enmeshed in mixed muddled metaphors
are our stories connected or knotted

nets or webs
designed to save or ensnare

like tightrope walkers
and the decaying housefly

where do you start
do i end

mounds of tangled threads
pregnant is the opposite of empty

i don’t know how to set you free
the more i struggle

the tighter the knots
let’s not mistake

this involuntary involution
for wisdom

when did they tell us
we’d have to work this hard

belongings and memories are worthless
compared to the soft sad songs

that make me feel ugly
when all you wanted was for me to be free