I have a dress

I have a dress with three large patterns.
I love this dress and wear it all the time.
Each pattern is different but has a common thread
One in the front and one on each side.
The one in the front I consider unique and beautiful
That's the first thing anyone sees when they look at us
You are the first born.

I am very protective of this dress
And I treat it with care
When the patterns get dirty I wash them clean
When the dress gets wrinkled
I iron out the creases
I spent my entire life defending this dress
My father told me "defend your sisters, you are the strong one protect them"

I went to a party and this bastard spilled wine all over
The front of my dress
My pattern became soiled and dirty.
I took it to the dry cleaners and they fixed it up
Cleaned it up
Funny how it happens that only the front pattern
Gets soiled and dirty
Every single time it did
I was there to help, clean up and fix
Hem and redress
All those idiots you let into your life
Affected the lives of the people already in it

Then some smoker came around me one day
I was so busy focusing on my face
So busy focusing on my own life
I didn't realize the ashes from his cigerette had fallen on my dress
ON the front of my dress
It began to burn away.
Creating a hole in the front of the dress, on my beautiful pattern
By the time anyone realized it, the burn was to large
I tried washing the dress but the hole got bigger
I tried mending the dress but the stains from the burns spread
I forgot about the other two patterns
They needed attention too
I focused so much on that one pattern and getting it back
Back to its original beauty
Why
Because I loved it so much

Then it came to me, I still have two more
Even if my dress is ruined in the front
Burnt with a big whole
I have two other beautiful patterns on the side.
So on Thursday after trying so hard to love you
And getting my love thrown in my face
I took a scissors and I cut the front pattern off
Maybe in time I will be able to hem the hole in the front
Maybe I will even fill it with another pattern.
Though in reality you can never buy a love in the market

Who knows.
Maybe with time people woult even know that there
Used to be a pattern there
That I boasted and talked about
But for now I am walking around with this huge hole
In my dress, where you used to be.
Deep down I know nothing will replace that pattern
Deep down I know I will never fix that hole
Deep down I know but I like to pretend
I like to pretend I can live without you
Maybe if I pretend hard enough
I can believe I don't love you anymore...