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 overreacting, I know,

Yet your reluctance seems to have grown.

Out of the kiln in a shiny, soft glaze,

A heart I crocheted you for many days,

Feels like nothing but a dying, ill craze,

Our love now feels bought, no longer handmade.

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We’re so back 🙏🏾 I think I was actually burnt out for a few months (I mean, I wrote for like 200 days in a row; who wouldn’t be?) and especially after realizing my poem got featured (first time I’ve been featured in my 10 months of being on here btw), I feel like writing again!!