Limbo

This feels like a snapshot of a really messy, complicated feeling. We've all been there, right? That place where you know someone's bad for you, but the thought of them not being in your life leaves you feeling like a shell. It's that awful push-pull, the kind that keeps you up at night.

What I like is how raw it is. No flowery language, just straight to the point. 'I can't live without you, but I can't live with you.' Ouch. That's real. It's not pretty, and it doesn't try to be.

If I had one tiny nitpick, it's that I wish there was a hint of why it's so bad. Like, is it toxic? Are they just incompatible? But then again, maybe that's the point. It's that universal feeling of being trapped, and everyone's 'trap' is different. So, yeah, it hits hard. It's short, but it sticks with you.

For the third line, how about something along the lines of, "As your nemesis takes you from me, piece by piece"?

Thanks so much. I aim to be both personal and universal, so that my words mean something to me, but can also mean whatever the reader would like, to a certain degree. I managed to omit the 'personal' element in my quest for brevity. Hopefully, this poem could apply to any number of relationships, not this rather specific one. The relationship that inspired it isn't a romantic one, but maternal... and it involves addiction. Thank you for stopping by. :)

Just a little patience travels miles or years. We was considered a mess and destined for failure, thankfully so many were not listed to. We were given reinforcement and we changed. You may have a monkey see monkey do type situation, just imitating friends for now. Tomorrow is always another chance teenage friends are always changing it's their competitive years.

It's so ingrained, and has culminated in major trauma and legal ramifications recently. We are all still standing, but it's an impossible situation.

Impossible today and tomorrow the walls of Jericho came tumbling down

We keep thinking we've reached rock bottom, and another one occurs. I *think* this time, all will be well. For a while at least, hopefully.

Stay in touch?

That should be a poster in a rehab facility.

Very well written Ellie...

Never stop believing...