I am being ripped asunder,
I hear the filament tearing in the silence.
Or maybe it's just the note,
Written in your hand.

I never thought I was THAT kind of girl,
the kind that would come traipsing back to you.
Especially since you are THAT kind of guy.

I always thought I was so mature,
Able to handle anything, especially fear.
Now I stand frozen, so solid
I feel the temperature drop.

Everything has to balance
Even as the tree grows taller and more beautiful
it is only one step closer, to its own demise.

A spark of hope,
whirling high on the summer breeze.
Needs but one drop of water
To seal its fate.

The particles of paper,
slip under my fingers
A mini blizzard, of inked out words.
lie like corpses,
of my fragmented soul.

This is the final domino
teetering on the rim
I trace the line back to the beginning.

And realize this childish game means nothing

to anyone,

but me.

So Isit decrepit, and alone.
Unwilling to move forward,
incapable of turning back.
Lodged, in this abandoned toy room.
An old rag doll, flung aside.

Realizing my downfall,
Unsure how to let go.
Bound, trapped, encased.

Holding on as tightly, as it is holding me.