Not shaped by your design.

Wish you could be a plot point I
dreamed up - created for the
sole purpose of showing me
I didn't always have to hurt.

Wish you could be a solid rope
I'd throw down a well - instead of
the amateur knots around my
throat that leave nothing but
traces of mocking ghosts.

Wish you could be anyone but
you - a stranger passing by,
the sharp shoulder of a highway,
an unremarkable grave.