I Cut and Cut to shred away the skin I wore when I was with you.
I tear away the time we’ve had to find the me before you.
Find the old cloth under all the patches you placed over me.
You thought you were fixing me
By covering the holes, the tears, the tatters. Those were me ; my loves my losses, my memories.
By Friends and family I will piece together a new self. They will be the stitches that put me back together and hold me as a reborn whole.
The quilt made by my hand, held together by my choices. will be all the warmth and comfort I will ever need.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
I Cut and Cut to shred away the skin I wore when I was with you.
I tear away the time we’ve had to find the me before you.
Find the old cloth under all the patches you placed over me.
You thought you were fixing me
By covering the holes, the tears, the tatters. Those were me ; my loves my losses, my memories.
By Friends and family I will piece together a new self. They will be the stitches that put me back together and hold me as a reborn whole.
The quilt made by my hand, held together by my choices. will be all the warmth and comfort I will ever need.
I'm going through and pulling my old poems from Tumblr to update and edit them.