Screw Rhyming

When it breaks, you'll feel it.
What used to be the thinnest thread connecting us
Gone. Now nothing.
No longer can we be we, or we be me and you
It's just me. Then you.

I thought it would hurt, the end.
But it's more like forgetting
And forgetting is a whole different kind of pain.
It's slow, it builds, then it happens.
And you're back.

And free. But freedom has never been less sweet.
I prefer bars. Chains. Anything to preserve us.
To keep us bound together. Willing or otherwise.

Because I can't live without the part of me I've given you
And I can't give back the part of you you've left with me.
Your secrets are now a burden. Our closeness, a crutch.

And so we are strangers. Familiar in appearance only.
For a while I saw shadows of who we once were. What we once had.
Gone. Now nothing.
It's just me. Then you.