So, it’s over
I’ve taken the red string that tied us together
and cut it
slicing the delicate thickness with the knife of my resolve
fearful that this emotion would turn 180
and the fond memories, feelings, experiences
of you and all that you surprised me with
would become dead weights drowning me
in the river of my regret
so this is pre-emptive
because you knew not the appearance of the body
this soul houses in
and I knew without a doubt
that your regard for me would turn 180
and I would be let with the shattered pieces
of my heart glittering ruby red and crimson
as it lay upon the killing floor of
the relationships I’ve tried to have
and so, I told you
bared the fragile soul and cracked heart to you
safe on the other side of the online interface
grateful for the buffer that cushioned
the delicate frame that I hold within me
the one that pings with each pick axe male ego
that chooses to destroy my hopes
with their poison promises and walkaway lies
so you haven’t answered
I’m sure dwelling upon the one you have chosen
hoping that she will answer your loneliness
with the key to unlock your satisfaction
stopping the urges within that I became privy to
and truthfully I hope that is the case for you
I hope that her words bring you solace
and her touch brings you happiness
in a way that I never possibly could have

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017