when i ask the universe for a sign, it's no longer me asking for a sign to keep you, but rather for a sign to let you go.
and it may seem harsh and dramatic to ask the universe such a thing. but if i let my mind and heart decide, i will always fall at the palm of your hand.
and this sign does not mean my feelings have been lost, but it means that i can no longer hold on to something that is causing me great pain and confusion.
i could simply let go on my own, but for me. that is impossible.
i have been in situations, i no longer like to remember about.
but you, you made those situations nonexistent.
but overtime, those situations peeked in between us. and instead of the past loves, it was you.
you replaced the past loves in situations i no longer like to remember about.
and that already is a red flag that waves freely in the wind.
bold and present.
and slowly as time passed by, the more red flags there were.
until i was drowned in a sea of red.
and i floated. and acted as if i was okay being surrounded by red.
i was not.
and i thought my countless rants would get me to shore and make everything okay and all the red would soon turn into a vibrant, shimmering white.
but it did not. and it has not.
and i realized that the red will not drift off.
the red will only drift off unless i let go and let myself be surrounded by white.
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missed the moon and stars.
Poetrya poetry book about the countless struggles and little moments of happiness i have had here and there. tw// suicide, overdose, self-harm, abuse, mental illness.