Weave and Thread and Stitch

I am not looking, but if I was, it'd be for you.

I won't flatter you,

I'm not really looking for a relationship.

However,

if I was ever so overcome by someone,

who could speak to my eyes.

Turn the afternoon into midnight,

and steal the will to walk from my legs.

Then I would want it to be you.

If ever there was a person who with a single glance,

can make the blood around my heart burn.

Turn the stars into quiet sighs filled with romance.

Hold me as if I am the only person that fits in their arms,

and let me go only long enough for me to wonder

why my hands feel divorced from yours.

I can see this and more in you.

More than evening lights,

stolen breaths,

and thrumming hearts.

I see you stitching together the pieces of me.

Slowly,

one thread at a time I feel my heart coming together again.

It isn't together though.

It hasn't been whole in a long time

and there are tears along the edges of unfinished projects.

It isn't you,

it's everything that has to do with me.

If there was ever anything I wanted more however,

it would be something like you.

It would be the way you make me feel when I hold all the pieces,

and watch as you take another one and smile at it;

Take them all.

Thread your name over all the others so I can forget about all the pieces they stole.

I'm not whole,

and I know you aren't either.

Secretly I'm trying my best to weave together the littlest of your pieces.

That way when we both run out of material,

the only thing left is the final stitch

that holds it all together.

Reviews

[Anél De Meyer]

Wow. This is just such an amazing write. I like the way thisbpoem flows and the way ita narrirated. Well done!

[Andrew Rayne]

Thank you very much. :) I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :)