It's terrible To be in love With someone who constantly Tears you to pieces
Because the only thing That will fix you Is their touch Stitching you back together
He and I Are patchwork quilts With stitches In our stitches And new holes fraying As fast as we mend them
I'm putting down My needle and thread I'm done sewing And I'm done with New holes
We will never be New and whole again But our quilt The details in the fabric The scars of our past The hope for our future Will always be My favorite one