You stopped holding onto me, you left me to carry the weight of us.
You got impatient, when I'm the one who should have been tired.
Yet I was still holding on to you with a rope around my wrist. My hands are hurting.
I have to let go, even though I don't want to.
I am hurting. I'm hurting the both of us.
I have to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
