Fingers on my neck

One pulse, and another

But it breaks

How can it still beat?

Letting him go is so much

Harder than holding on

Continuing to give

Pulling off pieces of self

Without being made whole

Time to stop throwing myself away

Yet it hurts

My whole heart doesn’t seem to fit

Is that the pain?

The squeeze makes me feel smaller

Less than

But loving myself

Needs must exist first