i remember someone once told me to not let go,
i brushed it off telling myself it's just an alter ego.
i thought it's stupid to hold someone from getting out of your life,
i thought they should be given a chance on which direction they wanted to drive.
later then i realize my fear has led me to a misinterpretation,
for not letting go doesn't have to be a restriction.
it's not an attempt of preventing them to say goodbye,
it's showing an act of gratitude of why they should stay.
maybe it's not as simple as it sounds,
maybe it's rather hard that your doubt starts to bounce.
at the end, if they decide to turn around and away from your car,
you wouldn't be drown in sorrow and left with your own scar.
and it wouldn't be your fault,
for they were the one who let go of the rope.
because believe me,
having a lump in your throat and a regret stings like a bee—
they torture you slowly, oh so slowly.
for letting go is hard,
but getting them back is harder.
—gc
[ don't try the same mistake as i do, i'm telling you ]
written in august 18th, 2017
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Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
