Unmoored
He didn't break my heart; he broke me.
By Tania JohnsonPublished about 11 hours ago • 1 min read
Photo by Vitoria Lopes on Unsplash
3. UNMOORED
The craziness has me in its grip,
Its fingers tight around my throat.
Squeezing the life from me, one breath at a time.
All day all night, I drown in thoughts
Of you,
Of you with her,
Of you with me,
Of you without me,
Of me
Without
You.
I claw at the darkness,
But cannot touch the air. Cannot feel the light. Cannot shake the cold.
The pain of loss is crippling.
And this time, there is no release.
I buried myself deep within you.
Blind to the passing of time and the falling of the leaves.
Our souls stitched together,
Now ripped, frayed,
Bound only by a single thread.
You gently pull
And I unravel.
June 2023
About the Creator
Tania Johnson
Closer to the end than the beginning, here lie my secrets.

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