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
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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