Cross-Stitch
You took something new,
turned it into some worn out old creased shoes
I romanticized the way you were in my head
like our path was never red
I always feels like I am begging for your time
Waiting for us to goddamn rhyme
You’ve held me like what an object is to a mime
The strings they seemed so red,
They were, you knitted them instead
Little tiny holes in my heart, needle in and out
Your craft, your schemes
Untamed edges, unsewn seems
Oh my love, you’ve left me on a cross-stitch
You said I looked pretty, I feel like a summer dress worn on winter time
“Marionette, dance for me and make my wind bells chime”
I count,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
you feel like a new sin, and its too late for me to leave
My love for you, I can’t retrieve
For you I sing,
my throat, they always bleed
You break my trees, and make some tea
to medicate yourself
It always burns my tongue, no words to be said
Your craft, your schemes
Break my branches, curse my winds
Oh my love, you’ve left me on a cross stitch