Becoming an entangled mess,
With one end going into loops
Made of harsh words, spite,
And the twisted curls of their egos,
While the other end acting stubborn,
Merely fastening those knots.
It’s difficult to unravel this mess some exclaim,
Cut the crap out to find a new end some explain,
Staying put while the other end retraces Its’ steps, is the best recourse, my heart claims.