A visualisation of every interaction with everyone in my life.
I know one day the scales will tip.
A word, a sigh or even less,
it could be just a fact, overshared.
Or maybe another of that same old fight,
in which I ask you to meet me
in a place I know you cannot go.
We build our bonds
from boons and burdens and hope
the former outweighs the latter.
But look too close and you would see
that all those burdens, so precarious,
they were mine alone, placed when eyes were turned.
I know this to be true, in all and every
conversation. Every time I turn to speak
I feel the urgent tension of those plates,
gravitational potential just aching
to bring it all down and finally bury me
in everything I’ve ever deserved.