They say that letting go is the hardest part.
I say they're wrong.
The hardest part is watching them drift apart.
And no matter the words you say or the things you do.
They are meant to go.
I say they're wrong.
Because letting go is freedom and sanity.
But watching them grow apart from you, is like dying every day.
And that to me, is the hardest part.
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies.
PoetryYou're stuck in my head like lullabies, singing me to sleep. Calming down my fears.
