Tailor

On how love can cloud judgement. Written: 06.12.2014

I look 

down onto my hands 

clasped in yours 

together

my eyes 

follow the red lines 

thick puffed scars 

cover every cell

of skin

a path 

leads down and around

a trail from my chest

up the spine

where my head

sits

my hair

hangs over my seam

reminds me how you always 

said I fit you like

a glove

my stitches

precise and tight

(after you cut me)

you sew me back together

to stop my brains from falling

 out

but I

I never did mind

all sense did desert me

because I still did fall

for you

a hundred times you

hurt me

and I kissed you

one oh one

Author's Note

I wrote this whilst listening to 'West Ryder Silver Bullet' by Kasabian.

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Ok so I was looking on the left side of the page when I opened it. I was totally surprised when I saw it on the right side. Nice touch to that. It made me smile for some reason. But this is a very great piece. I found your comparison almost flawless. I also love that you know you are gonna get cut and yet you still go back for more.
Very deep piece of work here.
You should have tagged the song to the piece though. It would have totally completed the experience.
Great job.
Stay inspired.

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

Thank you! I'll do that next time!

[Rewel Acosta Rivera]

Draw with words the feelings on a poem form is a gift. Well poem, touch the soul. Is intense and portrait the love on its more pure form.

[V. W. Wilhelmina]

Wow thank you!!