I clung to her like a disease,
struggling to tighten my grip.
I could feel my arms straining,
but I wasn't going to give up easily.
My muscles began to tear,
I was ready to sacrifice myself for her.
I screamed out in pain,
Nobody, not even she, was listening.
My eyes closed, I shut myself off.
I felt the hard of the concrete beneath me turn soft.
It was then that I realised,
I had been a double amputee for the last 2 miles.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
I clung to her like a disease,
struggling to tighten my grip.
I could feel my arms straining,
but I wasn't going to give up easily.
My muscles began to tear,
I was ready to sacrifice myself for her.
I screamed out in pain,
Nobody, not even she, was listening.
My eyes closed, I shut myself off.
I felt the hard of the concrete beneath me turn soft.
It was then that I realised,
I had been a double amputee for the last 2 miles.
It's hard to hold on to someone without losing part of yourself to them. It's even harder to act as though that part of you is still there afterwards.
