I will attempt to write, piece upon piece of words laid down by my feet; the struggles of daily life.
Our flailing love washed ashore left there to bleed and dry.
I am skin and bones, hollow to the touch. You stand far, shining bright like a star.
Unbecoming. You unravelled me so effortlessly. Raw to the touch, hands clasped so tight.
Losing you was never an option. I never had you anyway.