Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Hardest thing.

I think that one
of the hardest things
I've had to do
is accept that
they will never
come back.

Loving is just as easy
As hating.
But letting go?
That's impossible.
And even worse,
Forgiving myself.

These people,
They made me.
Who I am.
What I think.
How I act.
They made me.

Losing them
Was like losing myself
In the process.
My heart broke.
And now I'm left
To pick up the pieces.

And it's entirely my fault.