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I’ve wasted away

twenty years all alone

and now I act like

I can’t live without another.



I’m not falling in love~



I’m falling apart,

unraveling who I am

by wearing my heart

on my sleeve.



Would I disintegrate

if I end up by myself?



Would I break into pieces

if I can’t have his heart?



I have to build my own identity

before I can love him

because he’s tearing at the seams

and I can’t fix him until

I am complete on my own.



I will hold onto this fraying thread

until tomorrow,

until he sews his lips shut

or ties up the loose strings.