I was once handmade into perfection

He said I'd rise above all

I was stared at like an art collection

I am the perfect doll

He said he'd always love me

Said he'd never hurt me

But he only hated me

And he'd only hurt me

Piece by Piece

He made me perfect

And I made peace

With the child neglect

But then I grew unhappy

Then I grew mad

I was no longer happy

I acted very bad

He smashed me apart

And...

Machines have no feeling

No emotion

No humanity

Just emotionless machines

As their creators

So when a person

Goes through the hassle

Of hand making you a gift

Made with love

Care

And emotions

Don’t take it gently

In this world of AI

Machines are anything but rare

Everything is metal

Everything is AI

Everything isn’t human

No matter how ugly

Or awful

Or just poorly made

That scarf w...

A handmade heart only beats for a second

Failing back into nothingness

A broken heart could do no better

So don’t cry when I don’t laugh again

A handmade smile only stretches across

To amuse those who fight to bring it down

But little do they know that a scar doesn’t fade

When it was carved too deep to quiet thoughts too loud

A handmade soul only aches for a minute

Because then again th...

It wasn't store-bought, darling, that much is true,

No easy assembly, no fast glue.

We built this ourselves, from the ground to the roof,

A complicated structure that needed more proof.

I picked out the lumber, the steel, and the stone,

Refusing the kits that were easily grown.

I hammered the promises, one by one straight,

And sanded down arguments, sealed by some fate.

Every flaw in the pattern, ...

I started forming myself

This kind of forming you see in movies

Those where you just glow up

Those where you become a different person from one day to the other

I know this wouldn’t be easy

I always knew this

I knew that it would be the hardest time of my life

I knew this wouldn’t be good for me

But still I proceeded

I tried changing myself to someone who I’m not

Changing myself to a better me ...

My world is carved just for you,

With tired hands, down drips dew,

On the brink of collapse,

But I pray it’ll pass,

Adds to the love I put upon you.

My soul is painted with trust,

Shared between the two of us,

A barely-holding thread,

A waste that sews in dread,

Watercolored tears fall, I fuss,

Should I really wrap myself in a bow,

If I feel like you shouldn’t be bestowed?,

I’m surely overrea...

Handmade things are much more sentimental…

Growing up my grandma was my best friend, sometimes I think she still is.

Handmade me a soft cast for my broken heart every time I needed it she would

I watched a lot of price is right

Easily detecting fools gold is my talent

My grandma handmade me into the person I am today

DNA doesn’t matter

Love does....

The darkness

The dreams

The sharpness

The screams

The love

The hate

The blood

The weight

The bruises

The tears

The truth is

The fears

The lies

The trauma

The cries

The drama

The slashes

The streaks

The crashes

The leaks

The secrets

The cuts

The regrets

The 'but's

The problems

The issue

Has always

Been you...

The morning light’s golden hue,

Filled the kitchen with an magical view.

He wraps his arm around my waist,

Whispering “I love you” then gone without a trace.

Off to work he goes,

Everything handmade.

From the stories we make,

To the bread that I bake....

I made my life for you,

My hands,

Binding,

Scrawling,

Bleeding,

Clawing,

Converting myself into a leather bound book.

I have painted the cover in memories and tears,

Ink drawn from my veins.

Putting pieces of myself together,

In a simple chapter by chapter description.

It’s not until chapter five, that you see my soul dance between pages.

Chapter fourteen, that you watch my mind scatter amongst ...