n0t a waste 0f space.

Stitches

People think I'm an open book

I'll bleed out on your page.

They try to stitch me up

try to lock me all away.

I give away free secrets

then lock you out outside

I'll show you all my fears

then I'll run away and hide.

Don't tell me I'm too open

that love is meant for one.

Don't tell me secrets are pieces.

for I don't tell them just for fun.

I'll bleed out on your pages

though you tell me we're done.

I wish to give someone secrets

that maybe won't be stitched back up.

-s.g.