When I Can't Do Anything Else

You Made a Mess of Me

You were a part of me that I cannot
Let go,

You were my other lung,
The piece of my heart,
My last page of the book,
The deep meaning on my song,

You were the salt in my tears,
The play in my pause,
My happiness in your hand,
The lips in our kiss,
Our breath in my cheeks,

You let go,
And left me with a heart that wasn't any near 'okay'

I'm numb, and I don't even know what to do now...

Have I let go?
Or I haven't?

I've tried my best to answer both questions, but it isn't really reassuring to conclude with a soul that has been dyed in the ice cold,

In the ice cold,
Where I'm still a mess
That's still asking
For someone to
Love

//k.u.