White knuckles, sweaty palms
Hearts, once beating as one,
Now fractured, lonely
A lump forms in a throat
That “I love you”s once flowed so easily from
Could this be it?
I feel the rope, unwavering yet uncertain
Now slipping from my hands
I see now, what I denied for so long
You, who was once my dearest love,
You don’t belong to me;
You’re still hers
And until those ties are broken
I am the only one cheated;
I gave you all of me,
But can you say the same?
