The art of self-destruction
No one does it better

I have mastered the craft with great skill
A craft not easy to master, mind you

Working each stitch carefully into another
With all my being
I knit a brilliant pattern together

And once its there
This enviable piece of work
I pick at one loose end
And my creation threatens to fall apart

Intrigued and amused, I start pulling at it
And watch in wonder
How stitch by flimsy stitch
The unstringing begins

I smile to myself, and keep going

How effortlessly the links come apart
With what ease the pattern disintegrates…

This fragility offends me

Alarmed, yet curious, to see
How far I can destroy it, I go on and on
Until the whole thing falls into a
Dis-assembled heap

Elated, I sit again
Amidst the debris of another relationship