Had Enough

It hit the line.

It broke the string.

It pushed me to the limit.

It was beautiful at first.

Like a red rose.

But then I forgot it, roses wither.

Same as this story.

When all broke lose,
When your hands get red with the pain of holding the rope and trying not to slip it away,
When the red hue faded.

The time will come
When you say,

You had enough.
So was I.