She gave her all—unraveled, whole—
only to dangle, a thread with no tie,
no knot to hold, no hand to claim,
not even a choice beneath love’s sky.
Not even an ounce of self-care remains.
she drifts with the water’s flow,
waiting only for what might fall.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
She gave her all—unraveled, whole—
only to dangle, a thread with no tie,
no knot to hold, no hand to claim,
not even a choice beneath love’s sky.
Not even an ounce of self-care remains.
she drifts with the water’s flow,
waiting only for what might fall.
It hurts—he is within my grasp, yet still out of reach.