Loving someone is like holding onto a rope with the other person at the end; The closer you get to that person, the easier it is to hold the rope. But if that person tries to break away from you and you try to hold on with everything you've got, it burns your hands. Then they either cut the rope, or completely slip from your grasp. Then after you get hurt from losing someone, in whatever way they might've hurt you, your grip on other ropes tend to loosen. So those other ropes don't hurt as much if they slip away, too. But you have a rope as well, and if people keep pulling you back to them to tell you they love you and that you're important, those burns hurt a little less and you hold on tighter. It just takes time for those rope burns to go away so you can hold tight again.
The only way to actually cut your rope is to die. People's ropes can slip out of your hands or stay forever but the only way for their rope to truly be cut is their departure from this world. And if someone you love cuts their own rope, or has it cut by tragedy, you're left their holding onto their empty rope, but nothing you can do can put it back together. You're left there to wonder what went wrong, what you could've done differently to have saved them. Should you have held tighter? Nothing you could've done could have changed that rope being cut, and that is a tragedy you have to live with.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
