Trapped In The Margins

As you pulled away, it felt like a part of me was leaving with you.

I’ve become too dependent on your love

Or maybe not dependent enough.

Panic burned my chest.

My breath become shorter.

I started to hyperventilate.

My tears stung my eyes.

My trust is beginning to waver.

But my love holds on.

I’m fighting to let you go.

But I can’t.

You’ll always be too good for me.

You’re too kind, too caring.

I walked home in 90 degree weather.

Sobbing every step of the way.

Hoping that the heat would be punishment enough for what I have to do.

I hate myself more than I can love you.

And I know that I will never find someone like you again.

Lightning rarely strikes twice.

Now the aftershocks of sadness cripple me.

I can’t move except to write these words.

The things that I can never say to you.

The things I should never say to you.