Laundry

You let me to hang out to dry, believing I was dangling in a bright blue sky. Little did I know, the wire which I hung upon began to bow. Each time a different wind would pass, I would get a bit of emotional whiplash. The once blue sky quickly turning into a stormy grey, our love too quickly fading away. Your love and support were the pins that held up up, or so I thought, learning that I wasn’t enough. Now my pins are gone so off I go, looking for that next person to bring me home. The loss is yours my “friend” not mine, for I know I’ll be just fine. My blue sky may seem far, but at least from this view, I can enjoy the stars.