needlework (8/27/19)

i was a full garment before i met you.


i may have had some loose strings,


but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.


then you gave me that million-dollar smile.


(you knew i was a beggar before i ever did.)


one by one, you pulled every string


so delicately i thought you were sewing me back together.


you made me want to come undone.


but now you're gone,


and i'm here --


hanging by a thread.

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