Status: Completed.
Circle of Stitches
circle;
– We chew through the thread and smile.
I know everything about you, from the way your scars are so much more prominent when you’re cold, to the funny accent you only have when you say, ‘stranger.’ But I never knew you were the one who carefully planted the doll I’d hid a long time ago somewhere easily seen, knowing I’d break down in tears.
Maybe you knew we’d stay sticky and stuck in a circular routine of pain and love. I hurt you and you kiss me as much as you can. You grab my wrist and slice it open and I heal it so it’s nothing but a white line. And we both know this isn’t healthy.
We always stitch ourselves together, so we’re like Siamese twins, until –
I know everything about you, from the way your scars are so much more prominent when you’re cold, to the funny accent you only have when you say, ‘stranger.’ But I never knew you were the one who carefully planted the doll I’d hid a long time ago somewhere easily seen, knowing I’d break down in tears.
Maybe you knew we’d stay sticky and stuck in a circular routine of pain and love. I hurt you and you kiss me as much as you can. You grab my wrist and slice it open and I heal it so it’s nothing but a white line. And we both know this isn’t healthy.
We always stitch ourselves together, so we’re like Siamese twins, until –
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For those who didn't notice: The last line runs on to the first line, like a circle, which is kind of what this is about.