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Letting You Go

 

I know it always hurts,
when everything about you
comes crashing back into my life.
But you know what?
My heart still won’t change,
all my love, all my feelings for you.

You said you didn’t want to be the bad guy,
so you built walls, set boundaries.
Yet I feel like I pushed you
to meet me once more.
And when we did,
I knew—you weren’t the same
as the one I met last December.

But my heart still feels the same.
Thank you, for giving me closure,
for always leaving me with the best goodbyes.
Yet I still can’t control
how I feel for you.

Now, I’m trying,
truly, to let you go.
Even when I hear Cry
by Cigarettes After Sex,
I secretly wish
you’d wish the same.

I know it’s impossible.
Now, I just need to trust love again,
to love myself more,
to let you go—
the right way. <3

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