The wrong word and we spiral
The wrong word and the seams rip
So many loose stitches
That you don’t see
Until you’re holding the tearing cloak to your chest
Swearing under your breath
Why don’t they hear what we say?
It’s never easy
All the stories they make up
But you have a story too
Relative truth is a bitch
Stitch by painful stitch
Thread again, pull it taut
Castles are built
Brick by fucking brick
With Love,
Natalie