take this needle and thread
and sew back all the contents
that have spilled out of me
through out the years

fill me up with a bucket of
liquid happiness
and maybe my lips will
finally straighten

help me fix my crown
for it's been tilted since
the eclipse that has shadowed
my searching eyes

stuff me with some paper
filled with splotches of ink
drenched in cheap perfume and fake laughter
from our forgotten time together

sew me back up gently
caress my chest softly
zip me up tightly
and make sure my contents
never spill again