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 -
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 -