One of the most difficult things I’ll ever do
Is choose to let you go
To move past you and your sweet nothings

I’m scared to give up the things you left behind
I’ve clung to your words, sewn them into my skull
The sweater you left has held me more nights than you ever did
And although the love you claimed to have had for me was never true
It was what urged me to make myself better
Prettier
Smarter
Wiser
I was willing to do anything to make me a better me
But only if it was for you
And I fear that letting you go
Will put me back to square one