He was fragile and soft,

Like a blanket easily torn.

When pushed to his limits he broke,

But he was still functional,

The hole did not completely rid him of his warmth.

The torn fabric was only a small disservice.

He could still be folded and patched.

But even when sewn back together he was never quite the same.

It’s exquisite really, how far you can stretch someone until they break.

As the days go on he becomes more fragile,

and after a tear he is suddenly stronger.

Never letting a low stop him from getting to a high.