You stitched me together with needle and thread,
holding and mending the holes in my head.
You washed away bad thoughts with kisses and soap,
and filled my heart with true love and hope.
You repainted and mended and made me brand new,
made me forget about life before you.
You stayed for a while to keep an eye out,
until your mind became clouded with doubt.
You couldn't handle the way I pulled you,
The ways I needed and wanted and loved you.
Your Love became lies and kisses became itches,
All of your promises just ornamental stitches.
my first poem with a rhyme, and completely free hand with no planning.