I want my love to be thread,
And my intent to be a needle
To sew your broken parts up,
To make you whole again.

I want my words to be tape
To your ripped up hope.
I want my embrace to be your staple,
Reconstructing your being.

I want to find all of the pieces
You hid away in the back of your heart,
The dusty pieces in the corners of your soul,
And fit them together to make you whole.

I'd wrap you up with all my love,
All my effort and strength if it meant
That you would be all there,
If it meant you'd be okay.

I want to be all of these things,
But I am actually the stray string on your sweater
That you tugged at, and it left you unraveled,
Naked and bare and cold and open and raw.

I want my love to be a thread,
And my intent to be a needle.
I actually tied you up,
And pierced your heart in the end.