you pulled at my every string,
and it was as painful as it sounds
—unraveling—
watching the whole that i once was
become a ball of raw materials
in another’s hands
but you looked at me
—strands of chaos in your palm—
and asked
what would you like to
sew yourself into next?
...
unraveling
is a beautiful thing
when someone who loves you
holds the needle
to help you
recreate yourself afterward
sometimes
you have to come undone
to become you
—dedicated to ryan—