in the quietest of nights,
my mind ends up filled with the thoughts of you.
it's hard to let go,
but I feel that—
if I choose to hold on,
I would break myself—
to the point of no return.
'tis the hardest,
but not doing so,
will have the all of me—
feel self-unloved.
I will cry for sure,
and grieve for the future we wrote but burned,
would listen to heartbreak songs—
but I will finally manage to let you go.
YOU ARE READING
letters and all that
Poetrymy thoughts... and all the emotions that exists within me.
