The ropes stretch as you lean away from the past.
I can't help but to reach out to you, trying to pull you back to me.
You reluctantly dodge every swipe as if your heart can no longer handle the grip of mine.
The ropes begin to tear thread by thread. So visible, yet able to be ignored as my mind whirls wondering what I'm about to lose.
I cry to you, begging, pleading for more.
Why? I ask only to be met with a deafening silence.
My heart is shattering as the rope continues to tear.
Years of trauma screaming at me that it's my fault.
The pain I feel knowing that I'm not enough to keep you here with me. The realization that you no longer want me, no longer love me.
The rope is torn through and through with a strike from your hand.
My heart is still for moments until the second I feel my world collapse.
Rejection, once again.
