Arm & A Leg

I let you go the moment I quit pretending that you’re not what I want.
You’re all I yearn for till this day,
Regardless of how long we’ve been apart.
Because,
Letting you go felt like my demons ripped off half of my limbs from my ailing body.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to die the moment you had left the thought of me on the ground,
Rotting!
But,
Funny enough?
The thought of you is what helped me rise out of a grave I was definitely plotting.
Facing my mirror everyday like,
“Where’s the Man she desires to embrace again?”
A piece of myself lost in my own self hatred disintegrating any kind of hope to be Me again…