i'm falling apart at the seams
cotton hearts spilling out of flower-print skin
insides straining to be released
i fray one stitch at a time, sky blue thread snapping slowly
no one has the courage to stitch me up again for the fear of hurting me worse
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Brokenness
PoetryA collection of poetry from an exceptionally broken girl. "Loving you is hating myself for not being good enough to save you." -ScribblesUnder
