You hold on to it,
Grip it in your hands.
Too afraid to let go.
You grip tighter with every breath.
Tell yourself it's worth it.
Worth the pain.
But, my love,
When the nails start to dig
Into your palm
And the bones in your fingers
Scream to give up,
For once,
Open your hand.
And see:
You were holding on
To something that doesn't even
Exist anymore.
An empty fist all along.
And maybe that's why
It hurt so much.
YOU ARE READING
unloved
Poetry'because no words can ever be enough.' part two to unsaid. completed.
