the book of whimsy ✓

i'm letting go

happy friday! i've been writing some rather dreamy poetry lately, and i think it'll definitely fit the sort of *theme* i have planned for my next poetry collection! a question for you-- do you prefer my "love" poetry or my "depressing" poetry lol :) i can't really decide, i like both styles for different reasons, so i need help! leave a comment with your opinion!!!

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you faded away

like vintage sweatshirts

and soft summer sunsets

where you once

drifted through my mind

like fluffy clouds in the sky

you became but a drop

of salty water

in the endless expanse

of the sea

stretching before me

a myriad of blues and greens

the colors of your

favorite t-shirt

or was it your eyes?

no

those were the deep

mocha

of sunday espressos

your name tickled my

tongue less

as the hours turned

dust dripping

in the hourglass at a

tantalizing pace

when i licked my lips

i couldn't taste

cherry anymore

from your

chapstick

i stopped thinking about you

of course i still did

just not all the time

you stopped

consuming me

in the way you had before

all-consuming

that's what my love for you

became

my heart couldn't bear it

i no longer

paused

when i saw your name

in books

remembering how you were

etched

so deeply

into the pages of mine

a chapter

filled with mindless teenage

scribblings

the margins littered with

"j"s and "s"s

and hearts and cupid's bows

i used to know the

exact shape

of yours

a delicately arched top

to your pink lips

now i only remember that you

were beautiful

but beautiful

in the way

flowers are

at the height of their gorgeousness

just before they

wilt

or perhaps i am thinking

not of you but of what we had

it was wilting

i still clung to

dried out petals

and the cracking stem

long after the parched earth

could take no more water

as a means of rejuvenation

what awaited it was death

perhaps that is what awaited

us too

your presence in my heart

petered out

from a bonfire

to a single flame

and then less than that

embers and ashes

should i mourn the loss of a fire

that once kept me so warm

if it burnt me in the process?

i no longer see you as

aphrodite come again

or madonna with brown curls

you were just a girl who couldn't

make promises to me

that she wasn't going to keep

i wish i could thank you

but it still hurts to think about

everything we were not

i'm not fully whole yet

but this is a good start

— i'm letting go