don't pull me apart at my seams
but instead stitch me stronger with your love

Nothing
except holes
stitched
together by lies
we tell
ourselves.
Without someone
I'd be
like them
Without them
We'd be
Lost

sometimes it feels like my mouth is stitched shut
maybe to prevent me from saying the wrong thing?
but when the stitches fray
and im allowed the luxury of voice
it seems like wrong is the only language I know