A girl once accidentally glued herself to my heart
And we found it impossible to become
Unstuck
There was no easy way to tear ourselves apart
A girl… no, not a girl. A woman
Though I saw her as a girl, it’s true
Perhaps that was part the problem
And not really the glue
And obviously not really “glue”
We’re being figurative, of course
I’m trying to find a metaphor for something difficult to escape
What I mean is, less like glue,
More like sellotape
Yeah, sellotape
For the art the endeavour
Was like trying, seemingly forever
To brush the tape from the right hand and
Finding it adhered firmly to the left hand’s fingers.
And then the same back, and then the reverse
The act of attempted removal became
The method by which adherence grew more firm
And we tried to peel the thing apart
But the whole thing was a mess
And things stretched out and tangled up
And we couldn’t find the end
And so the girl tore her self away
The only escape from our sticky situation
Not a girl, a woman, who
Through no fault of her own
Became the object of my Fixation
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