Silk frays too
Cutting ties feels oddly amazing
Especially when the scissors were already moving
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For my hands are no longer sore
My fingers aren’t shaking as they grip the handle
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They’re not even trying to catch the string as it hits the floor
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At first you gently caressed my soft edges
You made me feel Iike I was worth untangling
Like I was the type of cashmere worth preserving, protecting, and stroking
Like I was the softest you had ever discovered
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But then slowly you made me feel like all I was to you was a wound pile of wool
Wool that had been rained on, clawed at, rejected
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You strung me along, weaving me between your fingers
Cats- cradling my feelings as you prioritized your own
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The irony of it all is I didn’t even realize this was a game
Until you slowly stopped playing it
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But there will be no rematches
Because although I refuse to play games
I sure as hell know how to end them.
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~I am my own silk~
