Pop the seam
And tug the thread,
Remove the stitches
My flesh steeped red.

And like your brow,
I slowly unfurrow.
Tissue falling limp,
My deconstruction thorough.

With white knuckles
I wind string upon the spool.
“Don’t look down” I hush,
But of course I broke that rule.

My poor heart looks
Like a rotting ragged robin,
But such is the price
Of this blood covered bobbin.

I’ll collect these heartstrings
To sooth my hurt head,
For wax cannot keep me
From this fear of frail thread.

Despite what you may believe, you can disappoint people and still be good enough. You can make mistakes and still be capable and talented. You can let people down and still be worthwhile and deserving of love. Everyone has disappointed someone they care about. Everyone messes up, lets people down, and makes mistakes. Not because we’re inadequate or fundamentally inept, but because we’re imperfect and fundamentally human. Expecting anything different is setting yourself up for failure.
Daniell Koepke (via fairestregal)