From The Attic (poetry)

Holding on when you need to let go

In my closet resides Mr cuddles from when I was six and in the secret space on my phone you'll find pictures of old ex lovers.

In my ribcage you'll find the words unspoken collecting dust in the ruins of my battered heart and In my head lies my best friends suicide note

In my eyes lies all the things I can never let go off and in the soles of my feet are all the journeys I've traveled.

Yesterday as you walked out the door you made me promise that I'd let you go for you knew all about the secrets buried in the deepest darkest parts of my soul.

I know I need to let go of you but one journal with your name on every page sounds like me breaking a promise. I never knew when to let go.