who knew you could do it?
take the thing that makes you happier than you've ever felt and
rip it
tear it
smash it
into a universe of ragged edges that sting,
tender and sore,
cutting the strings of joy with blunt scissors
leaving only frayed threads on both sides
just two more loose ends to tie up
but it's right
and you sink into soft sheets
tears mottling your cheeks with warm blood
a heady mixture of
pain, worry, regret
relief
and that's what hurts the most
knowing something good turned uncomfortable
for it wasn't love turned sour
or bruised emotionally or physically
just no longer fitting
and the robes that once fit so well
now chafe and drag, until the hem
is dark from muddying
October 2019
