Faulty threads cut themselves into two under pressure.
One day I looked back at the two of us,
And there was nothing left to cherish or treasure.
You cite self-sabotage as the exit shouts your name.
One day it will feel like a paper cut,
And the battles we faced will feel like childish games.
But today I am turning my back to you until it bleeds.
The blades in your tears only cut so deep,
And every broken craving has to grow from a seed.
Faulty threads snap into two after my cold rejection.
You were my North Star back in the day,
Now I hide my repulsion in some light affection.
You tell me that red revenge runs in my boiling veins.
Darling, maybe you are right this time,
Perhaps it is my fury’s time to reign.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 