She’s Not the Tailor | Amy Everett
I’m falling apart
The thread is ripping at the seams
I go to you like you can fix me
Tailor girl, sew me back to the way I was
You keep unthreading and un-sewing me further
I’m just waiting for you to sew my edges back together
Hearing you say it has to get worse before it can better
But you gave up before you could fix me
Before we could work well together
Leaving me to find help in others and sew myself back together
A little misshapen and a little less naive
No longer who I used to be and knowing you’re not either
