Poems, Short Stories, Personel Shit

Letting Go Of Things

Why?
Why did I had to fall in love with someone so real?

Why you ask,
The way she holds your hand of course
Like it already belongs to her
Like it has never been yours

Why you ask,
The way she moves her lips
Like she is craving something
Like she is craving yours

Why you ask,
Have you seen her eyes?
Oh, foolish child
You can never escape eyes like that

You can never escape eyes that let you see the love trough them
You can never escape that kind of blue
A blue that clears the mind
A blue that gives you a childhood memory and a warm afternoon

Why you ask,
Isn't it enough that she said your name with such care?
Like it was the first word she ever spoke
Like it was not you but something beautiful instead

And aren't you foolish?
To let such a beautiful thing slip through your fingers
To let her turn her face
To let her pupils shrink

She doesn't love you anymore.
Can't you tell from the emptiness?
The weird smell in the air?
The feeling in your stomach?

Why are you so bad at letting go of things,
That you already let go of?