i allowed myself to get so embedded & meshed with someone else
when I pulled away
i broke
i fell apart...
i put everything i had into my other half
not myself
but him...
The love I poured into his soul seeped out of my pores at such an intense speed
i became weak
i could not stand alone
i could not stand without him...
as i broke, i wanted him to fill my cracks
to seal them shut
he could not
he didn't have the capacity because he was far too broken himself...
over time my love poured out unconditionally
i continued to pick up those broken pieces & hide them away
quickly & quietly...
I gathered them with such grace
as to not shatter them further
& gently closed the box...
the box stayed shut for over 20 years
Nothing was subtle, it was always grandiose
relentlessly i would gather the pieces again to no avail
my soul would shatter at such intense levels
i was numb to the pain