Secretive Sentiments

Six

You were all tattered edges and ragged cloth,
I was a spool of thread,
I stitched you up and told you always,
But they tore you back open,
So again I closed the holes,
Seams that nearly didn't show,
And colours matched so perfectly,

But your pretty clothes hide ugly scars,
And your edges sliced new lines,
You turned to me for repairs,
As I said I always would,
But my thread is gone.

I am inadequate now,
To save you or anyone,
Having failed you I realised,
My thread was never free,
I tugged my loose ends and unwound my smiles,
Gave every piece of me I had,
But that's okay,
Because it's better you than me,
Smiling, showing such vitality,

But love can't cure all ills,
And I have doomed us both.

However if we must go,
At least we go together.