Strings

(Jasmine Z Chin)

I am a seamstress weaving tales of heartache at the spinning wheel. I am an instrument with damaged strings, snapped after being toyed with. I am a jilted lover, determined to mend my own strings.

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Here I am
Broken strings in hand
After all that tugging
All that twisting
All that twirling around your finger

I have been spinning
Nothing but a safety net of self delusion
Nothing but a web of self defeat 

You say you still wanna hear my songs
You say you wish to mend my threads
But tell me just what is the point
If my rhythms and my rhymes no longer move you 

My gratitude is laced with resentment
My love is wrapped with bitterness

I have been spinning 
Nothing but a safety net of self illusion
Nothing but a web of self deceit 

You say you still wanna hear my songs
You say you wish to mend my threads
But tell me just what is the point
If my rhythms and my rhymes no longer move you 

So I will fix these strings 
With my bare and blistered hands
And from now on I sing for me
And me alone

You say you still wanna hear my songs
You say you wish to mend my threads
For me alone
For me alone
© Jasmine Z Chin 2019