unraveled
i am thread
thin and delicate
easily broken
i called to you
among the other bundles
you chose me
why?
was i the most vulnerable?
i opened up to you
as if i was on a sewing machine
spinning through
weaving into fabric
then you abandoned me
empty
threw me out and replaced me
but the new thread isn't the same
it'll never be the same
you cannot re-ravel me
This poem is about:
Me