Here I am
In a place I never thought I'd be.
In a place
I may say goodbye.
I know this is only letter two
but if I wrote a letter
every time I felt something for you
they would fill my bedroom
spill out the window
and drown me.
So here I am
letter two
ready to say goodbye.
You still cross my mind
but no longer
do I long for you
so much
that it is physically painful.
No longer
do you choke my thoughts.
No longer
do I need to tear myself apart
imagining
you here with me
to be okay.
That is what was wrong.
I absolutely must think of you
because I craved you
because I was so in love with you.
But thinking of you
only caused me more pain
only twisted the knife
inside my heart.
Only made me feel
so lonely
so unloved
so empty.
I want to scream at you
I want to hit you
I want to break your jaw
for how you made me feel
for what it put me through.
And then
I breathe
And I want to thank you
to hug you
put my arms around you
kiss your cheek
for allowing me to feel
like never before.
Now
You do not live in my mind
but in my heart.
You do not strangle every thought
consume every daydream.
You cross my mind.
Stop by for a few minutes
Have a coffee
laugh
and smile as you leave,
waving gently.
You are a happy thought.
You are love.
You made me feel love
by doing nothing.
So I say this:
Thank you
for everything.
The thoughts
dreams
happiness.
I won't forget you for a long time.
You still pop into my head
every now and then
but I do not need you like air anymore.
I simply wonder what you are up to
and hope you're happy.
Hope your relationship is well.
Hope you are healthy.
I've learned love
pain
loss
from you.
I am ready to love you
As the person who showed me love
but not
As the person I am in love with.
I am ready to smile at you.
I am ready to breathe in and out
And care for myself
And love someone
who will reciprocate my feelings.
I no longer ache and die
to know
how you feel about me
think about me.
I will not force you out,
never to let you back in.
I am ready to let you go.
I am ready to move on.
I am ready to say goodbye.
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of Poetry by a Teenage Girl
Non-FictionCall me Lo. I've made the decision to put my poetry out there for a few reasons, though it's not so great. -Another teenage girl will see this and relate to some of my poetry and know she isn't alone and her feelings aren't invalid -Those who choose...