I think I'm letting you go.
The thoughts of you are no longer sharp. Or hurt like gasping for air.
You're still on my mind from time to time and memories of you are warm and only sting a little.
I haven't talked to you in three weeks now.
but I hope you're doing well. I hope you realized that just because you're afraid of being lonely you don't have to find love right away. I also hope you realize that you can't make drugs or other people your source of happiness.
YOU ARE READING
DROWN
PoetryI hate you. I hate me. I like the color Blue, the stars, the moon , and even you. |thoughts & feelings about heartbreaks|
