You held me too tight,
scared that if you didn't
I might lose myself.
the pieces of me fallng into nothing.
And I tried to be alright,
for you. I did.
But, I still made you sad. While you sat in the bathtub and cried,
while the faucet ran, the door shut tight, and locked.
not wanting me,
to see, or hear
until the hold you had on
and reality began to
fade.
began to slip.
too many pieces were missing and broken,
too many were gone.
And too many came away on your hands as you let me go.
I was nothing.
And you, frightened, ran.
