Caught upon the sewing
\nA thread is found as I stitch together
\nMy heart-
\nNot knowing I had pieced away
\nAs you hurried off
\nSoap bubble of rainbow illusion
\nPopped
\nLeaving behind only traces
\nAs it dampens my skin
\na circular film of what it was
\nAll this time-
\nBanking on a \u2018what if\u2019
\nHow I pulled at that string
\nUnraveling myself
\nTrying to uncover what it was
\nThat repelled you so-
\nMy love is simple-
\nIt just wants to be loved back
\nIs it really that difficult
\nOr so much to want?
\nI hold tight to that thread
\nI feel it twirl between my fingertips
\nAnd wonder if it was all worth it-
\nIf all these years spent loving you
\nMeant anything at all
\nOr were you just the sponge that soaked it up
\nand then watered it down
\nWhile I clung forever to \u2018what if\u2019
\nBut all of me is too much for you-
\nOf this now I know\u2026
\nI had followed sodden breadcrumbs
\nThat dried upon my lips
\nwondering had you kept it up
\nand just where I would be.
\nI keep pulling that thread at the hem
\nTugging like a child, for attention
\nAnything-
\nTo keep this soul running-
\nTo keep the illusion going.
\nThe dynamic has changed but
\nI can\u2019t let go, no matter how hard I\u2019ve tried
\nThus I braid the thread into my hair
\nAdmire the watercolors as it blends
\nHiding, within those blues
\nI suffocate myself from lack of breath
\nas you had taken it with you when you left
\nBut I pour my water over
\nThe fires to extinguish
\nRibbons of black soot rising
\nFrom my heart\u2019s eruption
\nSplitting the earth-
\nFalling into the crevice
\nAnd spiraling down until I hit another world
\nWhere you\u2019re not so afraid
\nTo feel. Anything.
\nUntil then, I weave the thread and tuck it in
\nBeside the orchid behind my ear
\nAnd show the world that maybe
\nSomeday
\nThere might be
\nA what-if
\nAnd I would hear. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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