Holding on yet holding wrong.

I wanted to hold on to you ….

clasped firmly like a ceramic cup

containing Luke warm contents .

To afraid to let it drop

for fear feelings would fall.

Spread like wildfire across the newly tiled floor

and yet it stopped you coming back for more.

Craddled your sweet nothings and mid night 3 am softly spoken whispers in my ear .

Out of love?

Or out of fear?

It did nothing more but shed a tear.

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