We we're.
Then we weren't.
And in between this was,
An in-between I'd never seen
Where the love clung,
To my skin and clothes,
Like burs.

Buried deep within my skin.
However unsymptomatic.
I had no idea,
How very much my love,
That still remained,
Created my actions.

I loved you.
Unapologetically.
Without restraint
And in doing so,
I created a world in which,
I allowed a vortex,
Of broken glass to slide
Across my skin on a daily,
Basis.
For months.

Leaving me ****** and raw
Wondering how,
This happened.
How did this happen?