Sewing my nerves together
hours of regret and shame
Thought this would last forever
For you it was nothing but a game
Tore all seams that held us in-between
Everything was about yourself, your ego
You shattered everything I built for me everything we had, but didn't let me go
I am hurting myself working overtime nights
Repairing the damages of your recklessness
You didn't even care, for a minute, to fight
You found in me the perfect seamstress
Love is not blind, love is a voluntary prison
I knew what I was getting into from the start
Love is beautiful but also it is a mission
To keep everything from falling apart.
-Gen Y Writer
