Only Threads Left (Blanket II)

The night is dark and so is my soul,
I'd give everything to make it whole.

I detach myself so I can't think,
I take a breath and down another drink,

And I know somewhere you're at home, watching your phone.
I know somewhere deep inside that you feel alone.

Somehow I do not care for all of this,
The blanket is now in your care,
I have thrown away my thread and needle,
You can darn while I am learning
What it is to be happy, what it is to be free
It is time you realised, how momentous my job used to be.

It's been so long since you have shared my bed,
Warm bodies touching in the dim light,
I have been under a blanket which isnt mine,
But at least that blanket isn't old.

Sure, it doesn't have the bonds of love and understanding
And it isn't strengthened by a past
Of course it isnt reserved for me
Of course I hate that I won't be the last
To experience the soft caress of the quilt which made me feel so alive

But yet it brings me so much joy just to lie under that blanket and laugh,
Even if others have lain before me
I put out of my mind your clumsy fingers and defeatist attitude
You say "I can't do it." and I say, "Bad news for you."
If you put in half as much energy into trying,
As you did to being sure you couldnt do a thing,
We would have a blanket whole
And I would not have to leave.

Now it is I who walks away from you,
I walk away without a backwards glance, just catching your sigh
You curl up underneath your blanket and cry.
I watch the holes from afar, growing as I forget what we are.

Why won't you sit and darn these holes with the love,
That just isnt enough?
Why can't you just fix patches over the holes you create
With your immaturity, with your mistakes?
I patched over your holes while you were busy doing what you wanted.
You see me cutting the blanket to peices, yet you sit back and sulk,
Not willing to get your hands dirty to fight it.