our yarn has unraveled completely.
i have a new, brighter yarn
why do you have multiple?
my yarn is a warm color,
a comforting one.
yours is a bright red,
only there for you to twist and turn and pull it.
it makes me wonder,
will you ever find a color of yarn and stick to it?
i'd been looking for a bit,
trying to pick out the perfect color.
when i'd finally found it,
i realized i don't miss your color.
i never have.
i took your yarn out of my dusty attic,
i threw out the yarn
along with everything i had made with it.
i cleaned up my attic,
it's brand new.
it's clean.
i'm glad to have finally gotten
those monstrous creations
out of my attic.
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poems
Poetrythis is poems on how i feel. a lot of it deals with family, relationship and personal.
