Crying
This would be me
Yup
BWAHAHAHA LINA AND ME YES
autobiography
“Jesse Buy Nothing…Go to Prom Anyways” - Hellogoodbye
This definitely belongs on my blog.
Two bits of fabric stitched
Slowly, gently at first
Passion ignites
And it becomes fervent
For awhile, still soft but intricate
Forming a tidy, delicate pattern
Secure and lovely to behold
But something goes awry
And the stitching shifts
To wild, reckless passes
Sloppy but tightly intertwined
Forming a bond difficult to break
But increasingly ugly
Finally covering the beauty
Until it’s unrecognizable
And impossible to recover
Even with skilled hands
It goes on and on
Until one stops and says, “Enough,”
Screeches to a halt
Shakily, pulling out a knife
Clenched, drawing it over the seam
And, as quickly as it can
Reaches into every crevice
To cut
Until every tie is severed
And each piece of fabric lies, wounded
From the holes where thread used to pass
And cuts from misjudged slices
So used and torn
They wait to be renewed
United with new lovers
If the day ever comes
Hoping to bury their scars
Beneath folds made at the edges
Obscured by new, improved seams
So that the flaws are only revealed
When you turn them inside-out.
