Thimble and needle hear
my words

you're too busy these days
to love

I've followed you through
and through

the toughest patches of life
and now my thread

has grown too thin
and we'll never survive
never survive never survive
the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors
needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure
the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle
of your busy work pierce
the tissue of my heart

I'll never survive

never survive the sowing
of the madness
              that's your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::

as you may know,

it was a seedy day

yester day

so i lit the fire and sewed

superman pants.



used herring bone stitch

soothing in white



watched the film

flickering

and remembered

fridays was fish



we had herrings

fried the skin crisp

the roes plump and hard



the boys liked soft

suppose they would



used old cotton,

naturally and the wire

needle threader

fingered stiffed

sewing done felt a little

better



more coal on the fire

all will be well

It was 12 AM when you came by
You stopped in front of my house
You had the bag in your hand
Then it was my wrists in your hands
And then it felt like they were on my throat.
I didn’t know my feelings.
You confused me even more because
In the midnight light,
I thought I was still in love with you
I thought things could work
It was just us, And the moonlight
But as you left
The bitterness swept around me.
You took my comfort with you
And left the pain of your actions
The way I could see your lips infused with hers
Like they were once with mine
I didn’t know my feelings.
You were hot and cold with me
But I should’ve been that way to you
But I didn’t know my feelings
My heart pains still
When I think about how naive I was.
I believe that the best could be seen in everyone
But you crossed that off my list
You took my heart
and instead of smashing it
You grabbed a needle threader
And pulled one string at a time
Until slowly
I felt myself falling apart
My heart doesn’t beat the same
And for that I have to hate and thank you for
Because now
I have a heart that was made for someone else
And the heart that fell for you
Was picked apart and hung to dry
And to never be used again.