Holding on.

Enduring everything while holding onto someone that is constantly slipping. Letting go of this feeling, of the love we once shared, of the trust we once build.

Letting you go.

Everything's gone, dead, burnt to ashes. The life we once had. I wish we could turn back time and fix everything that went wrong.

Where did we go wrong anyway? What led us here?

Eternal love they say. Forever they say.

Till death they say. A myth they say.

We're walking on egg shells. Not wanting to give up. A failed marriage, a broken bond, a lost trust and a dead love.

Only if letting go was this easy.

Pain, hurt, wound. We're hurting each other, killing ourselves.

14 years worth of love failed due to reasons unknown. Just like seasons, people change. Change is inevitable. Love changes. Shifts rather than phasing.

Only if we knew we'd end up like this. Broken by the hands of each other. Tied together with strings attaching us.

Let go? Nah.

It's not that easy. I wish I could but I won't and can't.

From holding hands to lacerating them. We've definitely come a long way and it's a journey worth watching. From a blooming flower to dead petals.

It's hard.