Aftermath of love.

The person you once loved. Your other half, Your sweet tooth. Memories that you replay endlessly falsely influenced that they're still there and maybe they are physically. but. spiritually.. You're looking at another person. You see- Love is beautiful, but cruel.. like a two-sided coin It's by chance. Which you're clearly hanging onto threads. Threads that have been severed and frayed. knotted even. severed and knotted. knots around your throat, tightening Because it's the pain. The fear. what happens after? You dwell in the past To soothe your wounds. This isn't love. You're afraid. Admit it. You don't want to know. what will happen when they're gone. when they're moving on- and you're still stuck in a rut.