Clarity

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I couldn't do it anymore

And nor could he

I sobbed as I lay on the floor

My love left me.

I didn't think of the count of my sobs

Or even the freckles that dotted his face

All I could do was feel wrong

And realize that being alone was my fate

If I'd only dealt with my disorder earlier

Then maybe he wouldn't have seen me as a mistake

This needs to be gone, this problem I have

Although he broke me, he dusted off my insanity

I'll miss him terribly, those forty-three freckles of his

But at least he granted me clarity

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