My heartbreak.

I remember holding
on to that rope until I was bleeding.
I felt it cut into my skin
but I didn’t mind the pain that came with it, 
I endured as my blood came falling down a drop at a time.
I could hear it dripping but I felt the rope slipping so I held on tighter.
The cut got deeper, and it was followed with more blood.
I still didn’t care; I thought pleasure was waiting on the other side.


But time passed, and it was truly a thing of the past.
It was something we’d thought we could take for granted
Something we’d thought will fall right back into place with time.
But I didn’t even realize it was too late until it was far from too late.
And I guess you also had that epiphany
Because it wasn’t long until you let the rope go too.