Poetic Relapse.

Loose Thread.

And with a heart that has been shattered and taped and glued and sewn, I have cut your loose threads and let you go. I have snipped my own strings and watched you fall, as I can't take this weight any longer.

These breaths in my throat are no longer caught, this pain in my chest has long since stopped, and I am free to move without consequence. I am no longer tied to a distant thought that you may love me, and your love can be bought.

Though I am on time, my apologies aren't, my brain has been fried with the thought of wanting you to be here and my mind is still hazing from how you've appeared, in my dreams and it's crazy but I finally have the strength to let you go and I can't believe I did.

You've refused to give me the love that I need, and the strength for myself and the necessary feeding that fuels my own esteem and I see how you gleam with false want and affection and my feelings will lessen with time and with love from another heart, and though this hurts, I will rip us apart.

I am filled with affection from someone who can give me as much as I can give back, and that's something you lacked because I was sitting on your bed with your arms around my waist and you're telling me you can't be with me while kissing my face and your fingers dance along the crease of my neck and I cant help but feel this is as good as it gets but then you say I'm not enough.

And I've gotten myself to leave you behind, not caring that you may have had a thought of, "That could have been mine." But I've given you more chances than you have deserved because I was caught up in my own little world of maybe you'll like me too and then coming to the realization last night that I can find someone better suited to love me as much as I can give and the pain of realizing you're never going to be that person caused a shift and I'm falling apart but she's picking up the pieces for me and I thank her.

She soon may be the love of my life, or something close, and I hope my feelings for you can be replaced with nostalgia and I don't want to love you any longer because it causes me pain and I'll sit here crying while you're out in the rain with a grin that causes lies and I'll sit here in pain, but no longer have I the energy to call you back.

Instead, I'll call her name, and she'll lay beside me and she'll stroke my hair and she'll sing a lullaby and she'll cause me sweeter dreams than I could have thought, and she'll be enough, cause her love can't be bought.