You will tire of me, though I'm not who I used to be.

I come unhinged
the wires that worked their way through my skin
now unweave themselves painfully from me like
children chasing terrorists out of middle-eastern allyways.

I am now as fixed as water,
mallible as fresh clay.

Without the prison of bone structure
the reworking will be nowhere near as painful
and I am ready to trade this heart for yours.