I think I'm finally letting you go.

Letting go of the inner conflict.

Knowing that a simple "Hey" will cause a fight.

You're here, but I have to shut you out.

To save myself.

To leave room for a new love.

I've told myself that it's you, but it'll never be.

I'm starting to accept that you're just a memory now.

What we had is gone.

No matter how I try to fight for you, it doesn't matter.

You no longer exist.

I'm holding on and letting go.