All The Things I Couldn’t Say

You cracked me softly,
one touch at a time.
You broke me gently,
one kiss at a time.
You shattered me tenderly,
one glance at a time.
You left me empty,
heavy,
raging with anger,
loathing the me I once loved.

Teary eyes,
a cracked voice,
is how I felt when I said my first goodbye.
But now I type this with rage,
with disappointment, and with regret.

Your grasp around me,
so tight,
that even now, I don't know
if I'll ever be able to escape.

But at least now,
I'm broken pieces,
fragments;
it’s easier to slip through.