I never loved you like you loved yourself

[_desiderata_]

I was spun into a scarf of past hopes and spontaneity. It's so hard to unravel myself with out any help. And you say you care but I can not take myself off of you. You took me and threw me in the back of your closet. But you'll always say I'm your favorite scarf and every winter I wait, and every time you forget about me, piling on other scarves, forgetting all the memories we used to hold. Who was it who held you warm through snow and wind in the mountains? Who was snagged against brush and thorns in your more younger, wild days? Who was always there for you to wear and tear and abuse? Who loved you through out all of it? I would never be any one elses scarf, it would never feel the same. But it is so easy for you to bring home the new, forget about me. Maybe it'd be easier for me to do as well if I was the one who wore instead of the one being worn.

The day finally came, I saw that sparkle in your eye, I saw the past rekindling and the thought that I'd finally be yours again, even just for one day. Only to wait two days, then three, and it tore my threads like I was nonchalantly thrown into a rosebush. I will always love you, you will always be mine, but I can not wait anymore. I will be my own scarf and I hope you will let me go so I can see more of this world than the cruelty of love.

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."