You say you're broken.
That you're scattered and lost and falling apart.
You lean all of your weight on me.
Your limbs have fallen off.
You cry and cry and cry.
I pat your back.
Tell you everything will be fine.
I pull out my needle and thread.
I stitch you together.
I'll sing you lullabies in the dark of night.
I started off with a running stitch.
You flailed about and it came loose.
I use a blanket stitch now.
But this thread is only so strong.
So you need to lie down.
I won't leave you, I promise.
I dap a towel with water and run it against.
The freshly-made stitches.
I'll be here to stitch you up.
Until you feel whole and complete.
Don't move too much.
I'll be right here.
I'll hold your hand.
When you feel like you're falling apart.