Was It a Dream?

I’m grieving the loss of a relationship that I’m not sure I ever really had;
The cracks are starting to show through.
Was it only just a dream?

The grief is profound;
Deep.
Dark.
Uncertain.
Unstable.

Who said this wasn’t difficult for me?
Who said there’s no suffering here?
This wasteland is all that remains.

Cruel Irony

It feels like cruel irony:

The person who loves you the most, makes you feel the most empty;
My heart aches because love is blind,
But my mind and soul know the truth:

Love is not love without boundaries.

The cold hands of abuse sink their nails into my throat,
And I look to their comforting embrace,
Once again.