sewing a new day
a new stitch of twenty four hours
where I see this familiar face to which I don't wish to see
in the beginning it was nice
but much like a needle you to get dull to me.

I don't react when you touch me
you don't pierce my thick skin
often times I brush you off.

you're annoying
theres nothing wrong with you
to put it simply my opinion has changed

I don't wish to hug you
I don't wish to talk to you in the mornings
I don't want you whispering near my neck

it was fun in the beginning
but you're now a dull needle
you aren't used to make any fabric hold together.
you are discarded.

to whom I vent about cannot see
that I don't need him but he needs me,
so I carry your dead weight though you'd be so easy to drop
like rolls of fabric to heavy to carry.

a pest you are
a dull needle discarded
I want you to leave me alone.
to give me space.
stop touching me
stop asking for your daily hug
stop talking in my ear

im not interested in meaningless conversation
I want to be alone, or with others.

dull needle
dull conversation
uncomfortable touches from your dull hands
you're uncomfortably close to me

please leave me alone.