Tyler Burkhart Stitches
You were the stitches
And I was the fabric
Held me together
I just couldn't have it
Hallways were always
The easiest place for us to meet
And there on the corner
You waited for him
Heart on your sleeve
And he's there on a whim
Alleys are valleys
That hold you so low to the ground
Holding back tears
For the first time in years
Never could access
The feelings or fears
Strong in your sundress
And asking, “are you proud
Are you proud of me?”