i became my own needle and thread
as i did not need need anyone else
to stitch me back together
even if i was mismatched
i would be whole again

YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
sew
i became my own needle and thread
as i did not need need anyone else
to stitch me back together
even if i was mismatched
i would be whole again