crochet our fingers together with memory coloured yarn
pattern our behaviours with the same strokes
is this the scarf you want?
is this all just a hoax?
sitting together in mind murder silence
the ticking of clocks and the clacking of needles
i thought we could find a balance
but all we are is tangled in a lesser of two evils
try to patch a cigarette burn
and mend only the artificial holes
ones that were built and learned
it's like you try to unstitch our goals
i knit my plea in red so you could see
my desperate need for a new project
a fabric of yellow and our hands free
but you needed something more direct
a sewing machine of fine silks and taffeta
a body without the need for a measuring tape
a grandmother's knitting stamina
colours and patterns that make the perfect escape
we work side by side, working at the same pace
both needing more, both with our fingers tightly laced
YOU ARE READING
here
Poetryseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
