Oct 6th

Been wanting to cut that rope for so long
but somehow cannot gather the guts to completely sever it.
Holding on by a thread now
but too scared of even just a bit of tension,
lest it snap.
But it did.
You did.
You snapped.
And I am left to hover aimlessly without end,
cut too short and incomplete,
left to drift in the quiet desolation
of this bruised excuse of an affair.
And its not even that.
I cannot even call it that.
It's just a thing but nothing at the same time.
Just a fragment
of this pseudo existent thing we have fashioned
for comfort and company
in our frenzied minds and disillusioned hearts.
Its nothing.
And yet,
it hurts too much.