Sewing Kit For Sad Girls
Don’t let me fall apart.
Stitch me, sew me, knit me, all my pieces. Hands to hold, lips to talk, straighten all my creases.
It will hurt, oh it will. See that mark?
Stab a needle through my chest, because you know it’s for the best.
Just don’t let me fall apart.
Stitch me, sew me, knit me, all my pieces. Hands to hold, lips to talk, straighten all my creases.
It will hurt, oh it will. See that mark?
Stab a needle through my chest, because you know it’s for the best.
Just don’t let me fall apart.
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Circa 2013. This is my absolute favourite poem that I've ever written. It's rare I look back on my poetry and wholeheartedly love it, but I do adore this one.