Need to keep these tattered bits
stitched together.

Did you know, one night, while you were sleeping I wandered
to find my sewing needle and thread?
I grasped at the edges of your soul, and strung them
with the deepest parts of mine.
This thread, is flexible and allows free movement. It's temporary,
I promise. I'm not so foolish to think two such as us can handle
One another for very long.
You only mentioned a small prick in the morning when you woke.
And how you pull at me! It's amazing, those little things you do.
Only one can heal the soul, since I doubt you're it. Be gentle
With this thread, these strings. When pulled in malice, in half-hearted jest
The burn. Tattered souls aren't a pretty thing dearheart.
Cannot have my own in shreds. Lovely sights, things that appeal to the eyes.
I can do that. Must move aside those tattered bits, angle the camera
get this shot just right for you, and your fragile views.
Don't look, not just yet, I'm mending the little rips, more thread
Yes, more thread, one to match the soulscapes. Heartscapes. Landscapes.
Hmm, no. These two don't match, but if I tuck a little here, and cut
This tattered edge over there...it just might. Almost done dearest.
Promise it's worth the wait. Sanctuary isn't so far from here. My heart
Beats with Sanctuary. Not always stuck in darkness. You see my sweet?
Thank you for ending the tugs. You're fond of Sanctuary, we all are.
Peaceful and calming, take the weariest bits of the heart, the soul
wash them. I do not share Sanctuary, not because I do not care
It is so hard to get there. All those darkened, tattered bits, they need
Somewhere to belong as well. Shadows in the garden I must tend to.
You're tugging again. I'll stop. I'm not the placid angel you see me to be
Stay with me in Sanctuary for a little bit, I'll cut the thread soon, so
We can part our ways and follow our hearts path. Travel lightly.