Punctured Ties

I know you never really meant it,

delving your teeth into my vein,

leaving trickling blood and scarred tissue

for evidence of the protective power you reign.

Now the status downgrades to ‘aggressive’,

and you’ve been scooped up by repulsive fate,

quarantined with your deepest fears

with white walls that drive you into quiet hate.

It hurts that I can’t see you anymore,

though I feel your heart pounding like marble rain;

I can sense your pupils in constant dilation

printing to memory your newfound pain.

Damn them all for making you disappear,

cutting our threads to fully separate,

painting me as the suspect of your abandonment;

one accident shouldn’t carry so much weight.

It was never my decision to let you go, believe me,

I’m still holding on with broken pieces of a whole,

knowing you’re alone and untrusting now -

please forgive me, it aches my soul.