you toil
and tear
and hurt people
in who-know's-where


you seem so surprised
when complications arise


you create so many problems
a tangled mess
and who wants to play hero?
let me guess

Trying
to reach you
foamy waves draw us apart
and you aren't here right now
but you are still in my heart

Can't say the words
you want to hear
because i've been there before
Babe, i'll stand by you
even when it starts to pour

Yes it will be hard
But babe be brave
For me, baby, try
to not be swallowed up in the wave

it seems so innocent at first

the first stitch is slowly- ever so slowly- tearing
you tell yourself it’s just a little unstitching

It’s fine

but then the sensation continues,
down your vertebrae, exposing tender flesh
you recognize it
but you hold back
because it’s too embarrassing to speak of
thinking it will ruin your friendship
but you don’t realize
your friendship is already being ruined

by the time you can do anything about it

It’s gone

fabric is torn beyond recognition
never to be sewn the exact same way as before

and sure, there will be others


but the worst part is knowing that that person doesn’t have a ripped seam running down their heart.