woven
you ask too much of me. every fiber of my being is being pulled apart, little by little. youre grabbing the end and watching my colors come into view. i'm doing the best i can, i’m holding it together, im wrapping myself up in my own strings of misery. i will reform that way, you can take the joy and run. my body is being desperately strung together as you take me thread by thread. its feeble and weak, my attempts. i can only give so much of myself before im gone. so leave me to weave it back together, let the silence meld into strings i can use. come back for me when all i am is misery, see if you still want me then.