Stitches
I'm sorry I woke you
You used to say I could.
You crossed your fingers, nodded your head, like I knew you always would.
You whisper sweet words of decit, as you look into my eyes
It became very clear that we are not two similar allies
I was left like a ragdoll, to predators in disguise
And when my new lover came around I had to overanalyze
His loving heart, his humble soul, his helping hands, and his self control
His hands so gentle, his words so sentimental.
I felt the butterflies and I knew we had so much potential.
He stitches my pieces back together
One by one, we tied like a sweater
This is love.