the poet & her muse

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨

forgetting you
was not beautiful,
it's walking through
on a thorny path,
over a harsh winter.
forgetting you
was painful,
it demands a lot
than i could offer,
until i was left nothing
but an empty poem
and a torn heart.
forgetting you
was impossible,
years of falling in
love with you could
never be simply erased,
as they said,
first love never die.
but O' love
hear me out,
forgetting you
was the hardest,
but it is the bravest
thing of me that i
ever decided to do.