i watched you take the needle,
thread the eye, cautiously,
as if one wrong slip could draw blood
and make it drip down, like tears in fine lines
or little rows just hemmed.
mend it tight! tie the knot,
before it slips away
like a lost little soul,
tuck it under, crooked little loop,
no one will notice what lies underneath,
flawed by your unsteady hands.
go ahead, unravel life
as if it were an old rag,
tattered from abuse,
toss it out, disregard what you made,
you can't go on mending something
so full of holes, it's an unworthy cause.
don't you see?
(i watched you thread my eye)
you slipped and bled yourself dry,
(i still cry in little rows,
tucked beneath your life)
yet, i'm still flawed the same,
(crooked little loop)
and no one notices,
they only see you, through me,
(who died anyway)?