Stitched

This fight is different from past fights.
We almost ended this one, for good.
I got my most sad this time
and I almost lost my heart this time.
But, we quickly saw the pieces dropping before us
almost in liquid form, unable to be picked up,
so we used our hearts as rags to soak up our tears--
my tears.
I cried. The first to cry and the first to get upset.
And untainted you remained, you are untouchable.
Hating to just give up on the situation, I loosely stitched my lips
closed, hoping to feel closer to you.
But, that didn't work. I stayed quiet and pleasant,
pretending to ignore the very thing that upset me in the first place:
negligence.
And so I write, because writing is the one
place in space and the only space in time
where I know I am fully heard.