The art of letting go

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Written on 16/03/2018 


I know I love you,

Today till the 'morrow.

I know I miss you,

Every second that would follow.

I know I want you,

Like the first time, I set my eyes on you.

I know I would kiss you,

And do other things too;

If only you were here with me,

Right, where you should be.

I know, I know, I know,

But what's left for us now?

Slowly fading memories of the past,

And feelings that may not forever last.


Darling, I asked what I'm feeling for you,

And they said you're letting him go.

If that's true, I need you to know,

That it's hard to let you go.

But I think that's the way of life,

Builds & destroys but keeps us alive.

Making us move forward even when we want to fall,

Forcing us to take her shit and take it all.

Not giving us the sec we need to breathe,

Not caring if we fall or bleed.


Life gave me you just to take you away,

And I don't know how my life to carry away.

But I'm learning to cope with the pain,

Learning slowly how to not act insane.


I want you to know memories will forever stay,

Deep in my soul and never away,

And I also want you to know, 

That this is the difficult art of letting go.


Author's Note:  Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you couldn't breathe around them? Have you ever felt so many deep emotions that your limbs would shake and your eyes water? Have you ever thought that you could live without them but hoped you wouldn't? Have you ever wanted to stay away from them to focus on what you wanted to do in life, but you just couldn't help it? I have loved this person with all my little heart yet I couldn't win over fate. I don't even know why I love them or what makes them different from anyone else. I don't know when this feeling of utter helplessness would fade for a single human that lives miles away from me. Someone I haven't seen in years if not a decade. I wanted to go to the country he lived in hopes to see if the connection is still there and whether I have a chance. But things didn't work out as I hoped; therefore, I'm still here writing poems he'll never read, wishing him the best of what life can give. I do. Wish you all the best there's in this life and the next in the slight chance you might read this.

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