To Let You Go

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I cried enough tears
to understand the lack of them,
I can let you go.
I could hold your hand
so why do I feel nothing?
Was it love? How do I tell my
heart it had been wrong?
I felt like a bird in a cage
going cuckoo
unheard.

We went so far only to stand still
and I look at myself in the mirror
finding myself disconnected with the past.
I bury us in a casket

painted gold to satisfy my needs.
Around it lay notes written in cursive text
saying I can't continue this love affair
at the edge of a cliff waiting for you to
say the words to tell me we're done.
Made it to the finish line,
with one of us unscathed.
Is this a curse of loving too young?

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