I know I should let you go
But it's not an easy task.
Yes, we were lovers
But most importantly
You're my best friend.
It hurts that I'm unable
To touch you
To be near you
To smell your cologne
As your days
Are my nights
And vice versa.
But I think finally
Finally
I am able to take the step
In loosening my hold
Onto the hope
And onto you.
Just know
That I'll never forget you
Love of my life
My one and only
My bestie
My bro
Mon mec
YOU ARE READING
twenty three
Poetrywritten by a twenty three year old; in the year of twenty twenty three.
