Letting Go

I've been waking up in violent sweat

In short of breath

Been having cuts that just won't close

Like I'm close to death

Could this be love?

Or a sign I need to let go


Our souls were made to be mates

Our bodies fit interlaced

This couldn't have been a mistake

So, why does this feel like the wrong place?

I thought this was love

I don't want to let go


I'm standing at his door

Praying he's not home 

Nothing really left to say

Just want to drop off his coat

It was never love

I'm trying to let go

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