when i met you, life started to make sense,
mistakes meshing, you gave me my chance,
giving me wings, you taught me to fly,
with you as my drug, i was addicted to life,
but clueless i was, to when you started it all,
no idea did i have, to how hard i would fall,
so fast foward the years, than press pause,
my feelings decieved me, digging in my flesh like claws,
my body, my heart, my life, my soul,
you took myself from me, and left me alone,
like a puddle on the floor, stepped over and walked around,
you left a stain on my heart, that nothing washed out,
like the egg on the wall, in pieces i fell,
my friends, my family, they all tried to help,
but it was my choice, no one could fix,
so three years later, i placed the first stitch,
discomfort it caused, but determined i felt,
the next stitches hurt, and your words made me melt,
with your hand on my skin, two stitches fell out,
the hole ripping back open, my determination fading, becoming a draught,
then you left me again, and like a puppy i'd wait,
but anger pushed me forward with a stitch laced with hate,
then four years later, she spoke your name,
causing the stitches to tug hard with pain,
in my life again you came like a bullet,
piercing my body with a rope, you started to pull it,
a mental tug of war, but my choice was to fight,
you made your words soft, so mine were feeled with spite,
pulling the rope from your hands, i placed the last stitch,
but one year later, your three words made them itch,
they pulled at the seams, with those words that you said,
and i remembered how many tears in five years i have shed,
so with my last tear falling, i start undoing the creases,
while the stitches mended, i picked up the pieces.