I know your pain, I know your sorrow… I know your hurt, I’m gone tomorrow… I done you wrong, This I understand. I hope you’re strong, With another man… Please hold his hand, Let him treat you right… Make him kiss you, Till he holds you tight. I wish you well, Farewell to tell.
You never needed my love to know… the mental obsessions I fought for so long? This is the beginning of patient art letting you go…
One day this will come to an end, the weirdness of our friendship that I’ve learnt to hate and love from the hell below to the heaven up above.
Know that I’m clinging to the word ‘never’ when I say “ when that day comes, hold on to these words that I can no longer send you each morning” know that I am neither smiling nor mourning at our lost friendship.
I’m numbed till the day comes that I have to untie the knot while draining out my tear ducts. I’m numbed till the day comes that I have to put these memories into a box and hide it up on a shelf while dreading the clock
I sometimes feel your presence linger even when you are not standing beside me. I hope that is enough when years go by and longing is all we feel.
No one warned me about healing, and that when you begin to let go, it means working through all the things you ignored along the way: every weeping wound, every halted, furious scream, every memory you tried to forget, and even the things you never knew you'd felt in the first place.
To let go of everything that no longer serves, I have to go back in time and tell myself how it is all okay now, and hope that will be enough to set me free again.