My life is like a string

my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone my heart is like a rainstorm the pitter-patter of my soul filled of love soliloquies unsung filled of promises broken and repeated and rerun and broken again and again my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone filled of triumphs and awards and “Bug, I’m so proud of you” and crushed spirits disguised as “fun” and “Am’Agyn look what you’ve done” and look who you’ve become and look what you all have forced me to be my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone my face is like a quilt weaved in relationship but laced in regret but reverenced with love the smile of my mom and the rest of my dad whose absence I swear doesn’t affect me but sometimes I wonder if with him id be less sad if with him that first heartbreak wouldn’t have broken me and left me me feeling more alone than had more hurt than healed more hated than held My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone Being stitched together and coming undone and to the first boy I loved i still whisper your name in every breath because I meant it when I said until apart does us death My life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone Being stitched together and coming undone Highly decorated, often imitated, never duplicated, still and yet they say it’s luck- Am’Agyn Nae Spencer Unforgettable, remarkable, and always “the one” yet and still bursting at the seams, seeping with yearning, a pine that could leave you foaming at the mouth, a pain that you wouldn’t believe until it poured out or until its weaving weakens like a stubborn string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone