My strings pulls tightly at yours,

As we use all our string left to thread together,

All or nothing,

If you choose to unravel me,

I would be nothing,

For the string attached to me is holding just by a thread,

I wouldn't be able to save myself from you.

I've given you all my string,

In hopes that you won't fray me.

Now that we're strung together,

In what I'd only assume is a tight stitch,

Do we match or compliment each other,

Do we fit or complete each other?

I'd hope we make a beautiful fabric.

I'd hope you'd make me purchasable,

Beautiful,

I hope we've raised each other's value.

I've forgotten though,

There are holes in my cloth.

How am I to fix those,

Does two incomplete clothes make a whole?

Or will there forever be that hole?

Am I right to use my string on you and not to stitch myself first?

Will we patch each other somehow?

Should we have fixed ourselves before fixing each other?

Fabric fix.