Deep deep down,
Further than the reach of natural will,
Beyond the control of firm determination,
Exceeding the range of self respect,
Stretched beyond the stubborn reins of emotional directives
Sunk at the bottom of a sea that flows from the bowels of my exceedingly pained heart,
A castle-like empire of unexplainable emotions,
Characterized by foolish decisions,
Guarded heavily by confusing reactions,
Built on a history of initially denied infatuations
And there, right at the top of it all,
Upon the throne of many jumbled feelings,
She so steadfastly and confidently is seated,
Resplendent in the glorious beauty beheld only by the blindness that has scaled my mind,
In her hand, a baton to conduct the melodies of my thoughts
The queen of my soul,
In whose eyes my image was once accompanied by great admiration,
To whom I am subconsciously enslaved,
A priceless treasure still not worth fighting for,
Oh! How I hold on to the outworn chord that is left of our connection
But, if I let her go,
What, then shall become of me?
Who, then shall I turn to?
How, then shall I survive?
For what course shall I live?
If I let her go,
Shall I not be left weak and empty,
Should the throne upon which she sat be left unoccupied and stone cold,
At what pace or to what rhythm shall the beat of my heart be played,
Or shall the resulting loneliness and brokenness be soothed by mere words?
IF, I LET HER GO…
