Undone Stitches

With love, I find butterflies in my hair
and distant sunrises
IIIIIIIIshining orange in my eyes
full of nameless emotion ground into
salt water.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- with love, I fall
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdown, down, down
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIinto an abyss of hearts
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIrepaired with band aids -

Glittering a few years away,
I can see your eyes
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII can see your pain.
Detailed spirals turned ’round
your heart into something
IIIIIIIIII didn’t want to know.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- when you handed me
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImy first band aid,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII felt like crying -

Beauty strikes me down
where I stand and drunk
IIIIIIIIIIIIIwith love,
I trip to offer my hand.
IIIIIIIIIIIII{and my heart on the
IIIIIIIIIIIIIworld’s fanciest plate.}

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- we swapped our
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIband aids over tea
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand polite lacy
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIhandkerchiefs -

They told us we were wrong,
you know – as they slipped
IIIIIIIIa knife
into my hand. I said I loved
you and they said
IIIIIIIIStab your own heart first.

So I did.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- but you handed
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIme another band
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIaid, with tears upon
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIyour lips -