she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.
looking up at the sky, wishing to be a part of is what we all dream of— then come those who stitch up their feathers to fly; to prove that you can own that sky with your efforts rather than chillin' if we really desired for the sky, we had been one of those but sadly, we can't make a difference though it's not late
I leave empty spaces of crowded stillness In hopes that past promises can sew themselves into the embroidered stitches of your wise words And you speak to me, unbound A heavy heart in your hand And I carry it, quietly, searching for its rhythm
Done, ends stitched in a seam—set to be worn over yourself. A stain so bright, you sparkle. Too far forward to flip. The sipper, the straw, the soda. Bleeding ink every blink, but still brimming. Ripped apart like a rainbow. A love letter to life still in the works.
So dead you’re divine. Only visible in the love-light. Weird as a plant that bites the bully, as a phlox sprouting through sand. Wingless like wind, fin-less like a fluid. Lost but listening to your own heart. Found.
Sadness is as much A part of our life As happiness is and this is the reason I am writing now For tomorrow who knows I might barely be able to stitch The two parts together With one mention Of your name.
there is no us anymore i wish i could go back to the times that us existed but without u us won’t exist and without me us will be broken trust heart all smashed to million pieces broken picking up those pieces stitching them back to the right places hoping that they won’t leave a scar hoping that it would look the same hoping that u would come back