Within the first few seconds of letting go, every moment in time that made you fall hopelessly in love fills your mouth like the sweetest poison making it impossible to cope or let go,
Your heart does not ache, not as those may perceive, it is as though the weight of your loss, is crushing your ribs, puncturing through to your heart and shredding apart your soul;
Their voice ricochets off the walls of your temple, as would a silhouette of a ghost;
your imagination creates a mirage of their figure when you know you're alone,
you see their smile in the faces of strangers passing by, as if you weren't already praying to God that you would cross paths just,
one more time,
even with the pitiful feeling of knowing it would just be for the moment In time.
And there for full circle, the monster I called home, every moment in time you dreamed upon first glance would last forever weighs your soul with forever remorse,
till death and beyond,
The good times have you lying wide awake at night, lost, because they were all en riddled with lies.
Your heart wanders through the abyss and beyond, hoping and praying to find fresh eyes and fresh tears, that are non coincidentally only belittled by old fears.
the fear of knowing you will never feel at ease Until that monster, gives your soul relief.
And so, do you ever truly let go of a decision that was not yours to foretold. The innocence you had before. Who you are now, and who you could've been if you could find your soul.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
