UMU 11: Gone

I killed myself putting my soul together. 

A mess of fragments everywhere. 

Stitching the pieces together. 

There was a shard of you and us. 

Hugged the shard close to my chest. 

I let it pierce my heart. 

Too reluctant to let go. 

Too lost in love to let go. 

I let myself bleed out. 

Let my body turn cold with numbness. 

I laid with the fragment draining all the life from me. 

Trying to stitch the soul piece back into me. 

I died that night. 

I let myself be weak. 

Never wanting to feel weak again. 

Making an arduous decision. 

I'm letting you go. 

A piece of my soul. 

I will be strong enough one day, to stitch that piece back into my heart...