Stitch

Dont look for me now,

i'm safe where i am

happy and listed under another name

and he's good to me

and she's gorgeous

and they love me

and i adore them

If this were a book

It'd start with a line

I once knew a man

I was his and he was mine

So predictable

So confused

I'm at a loss for words

to explain my mood

I stitch this poem

to the bottom of my dress

The one that touches me

directly on my legs

And I work that poem up until

It sits over my heart

And I hold it tight

And dream

Baby, won't you help me be my best

Help me find a way back to our nest

And dreams