Point of fear.

Sitting on the pavement, I stare at you. You’re the one who has stuck by me.

You never let me down, until now.

I can’t pull you back because your used.

You’re not meant to last this long, but I don’t have another.

“It’s time to stop.” I say, but I’m afraid.

I try every trick I know but nothing works, you wont budge.

“Is this a sign?” I ask. I tremble needing you.

We’ve had a long run together you and I.

At times you’ve been my everything. But you have costed me everything.

Its time. Were through. I’m over you.

Fear has kept me with you. I’m afraid of life without you.

Just stop they say, its simple.

Its not, you hold my love, my drive, my energy, my everything.

I try one last time to make you mine, nothing helps.

Its over, its time. I through with you.

Since leaving you I have flourished, my life is brand new.

I no longer crave your lust, I’m happier without you.

I never thought this day would come where I would not think of you.

But it’s here, I’m proof you can prevail.

When people ask me how I did it I say with hope and fear.

Fear of losing what I’ve gained since leaving you, so much more than you provided.

And hope that I will carry on.

My sobriety’s my life now.