August 14, 2011
By , Charlotte, NC
It's like I'm attached by a piece of string.

Yet, that thread is a person.

A person, the only thing stopping me from letting go,
from falling into his arms.

She taunts me.
Laughs, snickers as I cling to her.

But he's pulling my fingers away,
one by one.
and putting them back,
taunting me.

But do either really care about me?
Do either really want me to hang on?

they know I'll drop.

And then his hands will be free to catch her.

and what will I have to cling to?

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