Everyone's friend

It used to be my favourite game.

To see where I could push and pull.

But I no longer untangle like strings of wool.

I unravel in the way you wanted me too.

The urge to say that I'm fine.

The urge to say everything will be OK.

Outlined against a world burning away.

Cut in smaller pieces to digest it to the fray. 

I'm with one foot in the past.

I wish I could cut it off like I cut you off.

One last burden to remind me of 

How everyone's friend couldn't love

His daughters (Anyone but himself).