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Karisa Brown Jan 2018
This time
I don't want to
Wonder around
Inside my mind

Taking still photos
Of what I left behind

Capturing worrys
While letting go
Of the good

No I would like
To pursue
A moment or two

To cloud the open air
With memories that
weren't there

And places that have
No common grasp
Of forgotten notes
Outside my past
Billy Jan 2018
Love is not a choice to begin with
People might say that you have control over it
But I don't
I never wanted to love her
But I did

She might not be the prettiest
But she smiles the brightest
She might not be athletic
But she is funny and tells great jokes

I still love to see
All the goofy faces that she made
She made sure that everyone knows how happy she was
With all the comedy and happiness in her life
Spread to the whole world

She is both a flower and art to me

Deep in her roots, she keeps all the lights
Enjoying the flowers does not mean you have to pick them up
You watch as they bloom
Grow and become beautiful
The process is what I cherished the most

Art does not have to look pretty
It only needs to have meaning
She gave meaning to my life
She gave me different perspective on how to live life
She made me breathe different kind of joy

To love her is never a choice
But to let her go is
I can't let the skies, the universe, and all the cosmos
Telling me when it is going to happen
When you put it into perspective
It is either let go and be free
Or cling to someone which you already know what the final answer might be

I understand that letting someone you love go is difficult
Because when you really love someone
You also gave her part of you
A stray of your life
And as you see her go away
You're not getting it back
The part of your life that you gave stay with her for the rest of her life
Even after you have moved on
Or forever fallen apart
It stays as a reminder
Of what could have been
Or should have been
And whatever it was that happened between the two

She does not need me to bring her flowers
She will stay and plant her own garden for her
Decorating her life, love, and soul
Creating a sanctuary
Of beauty and felicity

I have no business staying with you in the first place
But as the saying goes
Love is not a bandage to cover up the wounds
To love does not mean you have to have her in your arms
To love does not mean you have to be loved back
To love means to understand the unconditional nature
To love means that even though you are separated, nothing will ever changed





And to let you go never means that I will love you less
To love you is the feeling I never had before, but wished for. And I am forever grateful
Oskar Erikson Jan 2018
it's 12:44 in the morning, which I guess really makes it 0:44am but I can only remember our argument over whether 24 beats 12. justification became second nature in dialogue not anything agreeable seemed to come out from our words. then again if agreeability was something I could relate too, i wouldn't be writing poetry. at least i sound somewhat honest. its relatable i know that much, it's rare not to find someone who hasn't  

spent the nights and mornings thinking about regrets- except you of course- and I'm hoping that this will be some sort of exorcism as i didn't let the frankenstien friendship die in my heart like it did in yours.

I'm still listening to the songs.
I'm still learning the words.
I'm still singing them by myself.
*so did anything really change.
Rhey Marie Jan 2018
"It wasn't simple. Letting you go, I mean. You'll never know how much you ruined me in the process."

Day by day I wake up gasping for air, my lungs weren't that strong enough to contain how badly I wanted to breathe, I became desperate for air.

My nights weren't the same as before, I was terrified of sleeping, of dreaming, of seeing your face along the way, of wanting to hold your hand amid this all.

By morning, I face the mirror with bloodshot eyes, with plump lips from pinning them down with my teeth to keep myself from shouting your name at night, asking you how many times why we let this happen.

I never listen to music, to every sad song, to every stupid love song. I never let them echo thorough my walls of silence. You etched your way through every song I used to listen to, a memory I have longed to forget yet still I remember, so clear, so you.

Now I started writing sad things, everyone questioned how badly I was hurt, you were evident in every work I had. Your name seemed to be between my lines. Blotches of tears stained every paper I used, every crumpled paper thrown away and I guess I'll never be the same.

Sometimes love makes you feel like your the most beautiful thing, and the next time, love doesn't know you anymore.
Vaniexe Kafka Jan 2018
Blank space was left
Empty bowl was bereft
Occupied mind is what it was
Numb heart is what it has

Staring
Not thinking
Surviving
Not living

Surrendering
Everything
Surrendering
Nothing

Alive but dead
Covered in red
Slowly flowing
Losing everything

Gaining something
Hearing nothing
Beats gone
It's done

Such a relief
As the thief
Runaway with it
Never again you'll meet

Willingly
You let it be
Finally
You are free.
Emiline Dec 2017
And when he does not love me anymore,
I will build him
one last altar,
and decide to burn it to the ground.

But will only get as far
as lighting the match.

Thinking about how he used matches
for something.
Sometime.
Probably.

I'll brush my teeth,
thinking of the gaps between his.
How really,
it's a great metaphor for the distance between out hearts
or something stupid like that.

But in the end,
it's not a metaphor,
or an analogy.
They're just teeth.
(That could never quite come together
kind of like us)

I will crawl into bed
imagining an alternate universe
in which we have started a life together.
One where I wake up and reach across the bed for him.
Get the kids ready for school,
which is funny
because in this universe I never wanted children,
but in that universe,
we created something out of nothing.
Something with his eyes,
and my nose.
A manifestation of the love between two people.
Proof that it happened.
That is was real.
And it was resilient enough to breathe life into a world
that only offered it death.

In that universe,
our hair turns as silver
as our wedding rings.
And each wrinkle,
is a space where our skin just wanted
to hold the other person even closer.


But here
in this harsh reality,
time only pulls us apart.
And we will likely grow gray
with other people now.

In this universe,
I learn to say goodbye
to him.


I will build him
a library of poems.

And decide to burn it to the ground.
A poem on letting go.
Nicole Dec 2017
I'll change my mind
Before I make a mistake
Just because there's love there
Doesn't mean it's best shared
I'll let it go and just pick up my things
You'll have someone with you already
And I hope for the best for you
You deserve to be happy
And I know I'll find my own happiness too
Because I really am happy these days
I guess it reminds me of the time
When you asked me to come with to get your things from your ex
It seems like it's just another cycle
And I hope this person is the right fit
Because clearly I wasn't
And that's honestly ok
I'll grow and so will you
It just doesn't have to be together
To waste,
To waste,

To waste such a love must be a crime,
Undermine the efforts of years' past,
Alas,
To waste.

But withall,
I bleed no longer,

I bled my tears,
I had my fears,
And today, I bleed no longer.

To thee I wish thine peace,
To me, I smile at least,

At what was not,
To waste.

~Robert van Lingen
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