Stitches

A repost of a collaboration with Nix is typing, posted here with her permission. I'm trying to migrate some of my poetry to this handle while I work on new material.

My brain keeps flipping switches

I keep pulling at the stitches

Causing it to fester

While you treat me like some jester

You said that you would love me

Forever

But you never really did

So I sewed it all away

Until one day

I started pulling at the stitches

I could only try to buy

Your alibi

For so long

Before the old wound itches

Why the hell do I want you back?

Your heart was cold

Your soul was black

You hurt me, 

Slashed open my heart

So I pushed all the pain within

To let it fester in the dark

While I pasted on a fake grin

You did it just to watch me bleed

And guaranteed my misery

All the while

There was no mystery

Our history is all too clear

I saw her standing near

And saw what you were doing

Watched your pleasure brewing

I couldn't miss the kiss

Now I can't help but scratch

And pull at these old stitches

You said that you loved me

But you never really did

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when the stitches are ripped apart, a heart goes along with it.
Becomes a throwaway...even as a hand-me-down, there is no repairing it enough for it to love again.
j.

[keith]

ok
1st impression is the art ... no detail is lost ... after reading i see it fits like puzzle pieces
a very good match
2nd impression ... there are so many lines that do well as stand-alone statement
While I pasted on a fake grin
You did it just to watch me bleed
And guaranteed my misery
how brave and honest! how very brave and honest!
i'm gonna let this read digest then come back for a second helping!