God Cursed The Broken Road Poem by Dakota Ellerton

With your hands on my skin,
I can hardly breathe.
I can't remember,
who you are.
I'd look in your eyes to tell you,
you look so different.
If I could save one memory,
it'd be the one of you and I.
There isn't a moment during those times,
that I haven't cried.
His hands on my back,
her fingertips running along my thigh.
Even with the weight on my finger,
I stood by you.
I don't know what you're defending,
but with walls so high,
I hope you know I'm scared of heights.
The day you and I walk away,
will you look back as I cross the road?
Or would you run after me.
I gave you six months,
before I was to marry.
I stood there waiting for you to come,
but once again, you never did.
I couldn’t have left him anyways,
I’d built a life with him,
he gave me security.
The honesty to never lie,
the promise to never leave.