I'm just a tiny thread
In this tapestry
A million other threads
All the same as me

I'm just a glowing star
In this galaxy
A million other stars
All the same as me

Then I stumbled into you
A glowing star, a tiny thread
The same as all the rest
But you got stuck inside my head

And when I'm here with you
You make me feel strange
Like I'm somehow different now
I've gone through some change

So maybe we're all the same
In this galaxy
A million tiny stars
But you're the one for me

I wish your memories were threads
Sewn through my skin
Your beautiful stitching
A make shift fix

But your memories are splinters
A dull ache
Hiding in the depths of my head

Splinters, you are a foreign object
My body in protest
You linger a reminder
Just behind my skin
*You're always there

I inhale fuchsia
I feel amethyst purple envelope me
I breathe out turquoise
I crave coral
I cling to royal blue
I am entranced by lilac
I let  maraschino cherry red invigorate me
I spy light spring  green
Navy sails away with me
I  get  elegantly persuaded by  classic black
every stitch
has my rapt attention
nuances take center stage
each piece
has a tale
to spin
of past encounters
while fantasies of
future engagements
shine brilliantly on teeming racks.

i'll spend forever
picking at threads on my sweater
and listening to the wolves howl to my wild side
soon the threads will unravel
and ill be free to embrace corruption