Ceaseless rope
of heart-strings
and hope
coiled around my neck.
A knot held strong
with the words
of a song
and what lurked in-between the words.
Wrapped around tight
fitting
just right
one last breath to spare.
There is no use
fighting with
a love noose,
body limp and empty of air.
Love is never chosen, it can only be felt, dealt with or broken.