Letting go is loving the very pieces that hurt.

… with reading those words from you,

you have no idea of how they cut into

the flesh of my soul.

but, who was to control what comes

and what goes, I couldn’t force you to

see all that I am, that would take time

and energy.

it wasn’t your fault you know

it was mine, blindsided by your charm

yet, I knew you weren’t ready for me.

letting you go was me accepting

the pieces that hurt,

the choices I made in a moment of

desire, but it felt good knowing

I could and now, here you are again

eight months down the road,

you asking for a second chance.

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