I'm a fraid knot.

Well balanced
in doses
unraveled by you.
fraying at both ends.
the knot that failed,
not that it has failed.
load bearing,
set to snap.
positive and negative never touch.
there are no sense in senses.
trusting in logic fails.
a foundation of feeling nothing
leads to a house of false hope.
yet a dull knife still cuts.
it does not hurt any less now
than it did then.
a cool breeze
with you in its elbow.
primary colors danced in the window.
he let out a sigh
and asked
2343?
I knew the reply.
and the other,
will knot hold?