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Tears and Tatters

I pull on
the
threads
that hold us together

I pick at the seams
that time has
frayed

and 
I fear that
our
love will become unravelled
because
due
to the wear and tear
of
our day to
day
troubles
my
needle and thread
will
prick
my fingertips
as my blood
stains its beauty
and
 the scissors
Just won't seem to snip
and
the colors have begun to dim
or maybe thats my
eyes
that are losing light
as we speak
I just seem to tug
and 
tug 
your
sweater

I have got to make this better
and
the material continues to rip
as you
fall further 
beneath me

my world shatters
as I am holding our remenant tatters
smaller
the pieces become
as the warmth
of the bright pattern is gone

in my palms
rest 
tears mixed with tatters

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