patchwork love

When relationships end, I lose pieces of myself

Hack away at pieces of my heart

leave behind the entwined limbs of better times

cut off the hands I used to hold

They’ve all left pieces too

open wounds and blunt ends

I take a needle and thread to the blow-ups, the breakdowns, the back offs

putting together a patchwork of all the pieces that I keep

I kept the look in your eyes seeing me that first time

the love letter he wrote me before he was even called mine

I kept long walks and longer talks

midnights and magic

the feeling some people call sparks

I stitch together compliments and competition, whispered thoughts, a bold vision

I kept falling hard and loving slow

hands on my hips and road trips with no place to go

There’s a patchwork of memories that know the right thing to say

of a man who’s willing to play the long game

It’s bloody and real

passion and zeal

a bit of a mess

but damn,

He makes me feel.