You kept telling me to go. Spewed fire on me. Poured venom down my throat. Roared your rage at my presence. You hated my existence. And yet still I hung on, in your tornado of hatred. I never let go.
I saw the real you. Not the beast that huffed and puffed and continuously tore my house down. I saw You. The delicate, the fragile, the broken you. And I saw me. So I lever let go.
Yet one day, in the worst possible way, secrets were unraveled. The very Truth, that I knew all along and had carefully locked away, revealed it’s ugly head. It burnt and blinded me. In my hurt and pain and anger, I fled. Yet I still haven’t let go.
Most don’t understand that there is a greater force at play here. There is a reason why such dark thick toxic cords link two people. To severe this tie is death. And that is why I never let go.
The tears you can’t cry, I shed for you. The fury that I can’t release, you unleash with such ease. You and I are one, eternally connected through this cord. I will never let go.