cutting ties

this is it. i can no longer hold on to the hope that someday we might work out, just maybe. each time you come back you leave my glow just a little duller. i know i am only hurting myself by letting you in again, and i know it's time to finally cut ties. so this is it, i'm carefully taking scissors to the delicately sewn together mess that is us. but what if i just leave the last thread untouched. just one. i don't think i can bring myself to completely tear it off, so what if i just let that one thread hang on as tight as it can, until it eventually falls itself, until it slowly falls away, painlessly. because maybe then it'll hurt less, knowing that it wasn't me. so please, stop picking at it. please don't pull that last piece, because it might kill me. just, let it go when it’s time.