Sewing

Fri, 11/16/2018 - 16:26 -- engle2u

Sewing

What can I say.

What could I type.

Words pop into my head

Despite,

The anger

The wanting

The need.

 

Perhaps we were in love

That it defined us.

That no power,

No bound

Could break us apart.

 

But It seems

A knife we created,

Undone the seams.

Every ounce

Seemed pouring,

Spilling out of me.

 

I tried sewing.

Taping.

Re-making.

But it wasn’t enough.

 

I grew hollow.

And my own emptiness

Got you too.

 

Survival I needed

Survival I got.

From someone else

Who held the right

String

And

Needle

For thought.

 

You were not cut open.

No you were not.

But instead.

The new needle I had

Shot you.

In the heart.

 

It was slower for you

More painful

More breakable.

 

Everything we made

Our city,

Our own little world.

Collapsed.

 

Perhaps it’s my fault.

Always playing with my seams.

And now

All of this

Seems like an

Unforgettable dream.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741