They thought they were interwoven
Inseparable
A seamless patchwork with no ends
But their fabric tore
With a heart-gutting wrench
Frantic fingers fluttered
to tie the two together
And though gradually, with
Every painstaking stitch
Each jab of the needle
They slowly grew closer
Intact
There would always be something
Tugging at those loose threads

Like glass, once broken, they were never the same again.

A/N
It feels like a long time since I updated...

If this feels different from what I usually write, it is intentional. I'm trying different styles to find which one suits me best. Whether you liked it or not, please comment if you have the time! It would really be appreciated.