Pretty

A Poem by ayejodie

It's kind of like your scarf,
Caught in the car door.
Dragging along the road,
Begging for you to notice.
Travelling at a speed,
Unraveling the stitching.
Perfectly patterned,
Now dulling and grey.
And nobody knows,
The damage we don't see.
If only we could stop,
Lift It out of the dirt.
A little part broken forever,
Ripped and frayed.
And maybe you won't wear it again,
It's ruined.
Or maybe you will...
And just hope nobody notices.