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.
