lullabies ☁︎ [poetry]

letting go

I leave you in my past now.

Each season has run completely dry. No longer do I have the excitement of summer arriving, or the dread of winter. Each of my days are winter, regardless of the season. I still crave to this day to bask in summer with you, but unfortunately you're gone. You've been gone, and won't come back. These poems I write about you are nothing but pleas to you, hoping you'd come back into my arms. Your love and affection will forever be something I crave, a distant memory of what I hoped to keep forever. I hoped to keep that love you gave me, hide it away and hide in the allusion that you want to stay in summer with me. In reality, you wanted to be alone in winter. It's your job to fight the blizzard not only in winter, but your head.

I will forever love you, as much as I hate to say it. I never told you I did. I knew the words would hurt you, because you weren't ready. But I love you. And I will love another soon.

Letting go is apart of our fate. I have learned to do it too.