The Needle and The Thread

Scared of leaving

Scarred from all the good bye cuts

Documented on paper, slicing quiet and thin

One after the next didn't love you enough

So you're scared of leaving

Not you, you think I'm the next to go

My song, honesty mixed with sweat and blood

Like I'll send you the lyrics, but I'll leave before the show

But No! 

This is not the way this goes.

I am not them, and you are not me, and you can not see.

I too have enough scars in my past

I won't waste my time to draw another line, create another cut that will last.

I was given a needle, so I scratched, and I slit, and I severed.

But you came along. And you're the thread that pieced me back together. 

My needle had a greater purpose. 

You sang your song of honesty, and made my life worth it.