Putting you back together will not be the hard part.
Convincing you to stay once you no longer need me will be the challenge.
You held my hand so tight I thought it would break.
But you could break my entire body if it meant I got to hold you just a while longer.
It's as if I was an empty chest.
Waiting for you to fill me with value.
A slab of clay.
Only you could make beautiful.
Then you grabbed my hand squeezing it so comfortingly, looking me dead in the eyes whispering "I don't love you anymore"
All I have left are reminiscences of you and how you taught me to completely loathe myself.
