Poems That I Form

The Rope Hurt My Hands

Were all the words untrue?
The sweet words that dazzled me?
The feelings that you shared seem like plastic now.

Did you ever love me?
It feels like cake with layers of fondant and icing.
You told me you did.
But you lie.

You left me hanging on to every word,
Every sound,
Every message.
My hands grew tired from hanging onto the harsh rope.
Red, swollen,
But still holding on.

Then it all stopped.
You stopped.
All words stopped and 
I felt like stopping too.
Stop loving you.
But I couldn't
I couldn't and you knew that.

Weeks went by, 
No talking.
No messages.
I began to lose hope,
And people noticed.
Then you messaged me once more,
A movie and talking.
Perfect.

I fell even more. 
I held on even tighter.

Then no more messages.
No more talks.
No more contact.
It's like you disappeared.

Then you talked.
I had to prompt you to,
But you talked.
Are we more than friends?

no.

So I let go now. 
I dry my eyes and 
I drop the rope.
My hands are bloody and red, 
Circulation almost got cut off.

But I let go.