It's time that I close my heart to you and to the world it's shown to be far to cruel for me to withstand any longer. As I do I conclude all things unresolved between us. Can I say it will be easy? No. Can I expect this to be easy? No. Do I see a way out that doesn't lead to complete abandon of what I hold dear to my heart? No. Do I see any other option? I wish I did, but again no. The inevitable pain I must undertake is already excruciating. Already it erodes my spirit and dissolves my resolve. But this is something I can not escape. I can not substitute with another second wind. I'm all out of breath and it's suffocating. With each beat of my heart the anxiety flows through me. I'm unsure how long I will allow this torment to continue. Holding on merely by a thread. My hands are already empty though I still feel your grip. Your embrace hollow yet still warm. Only because I anticipate it's comfort, thus I convince myself that it's felt. This is my illusion that I must escape less I lose myself to this broke heart.
©justin_ur
J