Oh, how I've woven.

I am the lonely tailor

And she wears  my greatest piece;

She wears deceit perfectly.

Fabricated finicky stitching

Adorns those graceful strides.

"I love you."

Gorgeously empty words,

Lining the seams.

Such a glorious model she is!

Raw emotion walking the runway,

Unaware and unmoving.

She hurts me as she should,

And I smile, hidden among fabric.

Oh, how I've woven.