I always loved the rope –
It was like metal; seemed it couldn’t be broken.
At times I hated it.
Ha! I particularly remember those moments;
You would yank me back…
Everytime I strayed too far.
Whisper sweet half-lies
You did, each time lowering the bar
That represented my patience,
My hope in things to come –
My hope that was just an excuse
For not wanting to give up on love.
But the scales on my eyes have fallen
And I realised that I would drown.
If I didn’t release myself now,
I would keep going down and down.
So there you are holding one end of the rope.
But it drops lifelessly in your hands.
For I’ve cut the other end that had gripped my heart
And have said “Goodbye. Got to go; I have plans.”
· 29/09/2013 ·
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