Lingering Relics

Had I not bared my weakness, nor became weak

If I had not revealed my pain
Not echoed a word of dying inside out for us
Not of needed more than less
Not of spoken in anger and blame
Would we still be together
Or best to have shown and seen the outcome?
Or had the limitations of our time ultimately taken its’ toil
If we could have remained constant in our conversing
Would we still be together or not?

Could thee of found another
Ran back to one of the others
Damn your co-dependencies
Or perhaps you forsaken all for Jack?
Or was it that each of our own insecurities ultimately won
Neither believing to benefit the other
Thus lacking confidence in self-worth, led to our destruction?

A thousand unanswered questions, a million tear drops, one broken heart.

By ©-Jeane Michelle Culp