Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Let him go

I let him go at endless 4 ams
where my eyes were red and swollen.

I let him go in days spent alone
while he moved on without me, while he moved on with her.

I let him go in a symphony of early mornings, while yes honey it hurts you have to let him go, so you can be as free as the morning birds basking in the sunlight.