Letting Go

pleasurable-pains:

It’s that moment when those two words are being said.

You have become a mess between your heart and head.

Your lips start quivering, your heart rapidly beats,

your vision blurs, as memories start to repeat. 

The tears you’ve fought back, begin quietly tracing

the sides of your cheeks like tiny raindrops racing.

As time goes on, you can’t help but miss the feelings

you felt towards a boy who returned those feelings.

You miss him, but most importantly miss the way

you felt when you both, as a couple, spent the days.

You miss the late night phone conversations about 

anything, never leaving any topic out.

Constantly reminiscing about times explored,

And the little things about him you once adored:

the way his eyes would respond to the words you spoke, 

the loud, addicting laugh he had at every joke,

and the way he would always put you before him.

Even though time let your relationship grow dim. 

You miss the smell of the sweaters you would borrow.

Never imagining a separate tomorrow.

Your smiles turned to crooked frowns, your laughs turned to tears, 

the playful fights became serious arguments.

Although forever considered unfinished business

the sun had set on that period of your lives.                

And these seven letters, burned deep into your soul,

Have changed your relationship with him as a whole.


Plain and simple: ‘It’s Over’. It’s time to let go.

Letting Go

pleasurable-pains:

It’s that moment when those two words are being said.

You have become a mess between your heart and head.

Your lips start quivering, your heart rapidly beats,

your vision blurs, as memories start to repeat. 

The tears you’ve fought back, begin quietly tracing

the sides of your cheeks like tiny raindrops racing.

As time goes on, you can’t help but miss the feelings

you felt towards a boy who returned those feelings.

You miss him, but most importantly miss the way

you felt when you both, as a couple, spent the days.

You miss the late night phone conversations about 

anything, never leaving any topic out.

Constantly reminiscing about times explored,

And the little things about him you once adored:

the way his eyes would respond to the words you spoke, 

the loud, addicting laugh he had at every joke,

and the way he would always put you before him.

Even though time let your relationship grow dim. 

You miss the smell of the sweaters you would borrow.

Never imagining a separate tomorrow.

Your smiles turned to crooked frowns, your laughs turned to tears, 

the playful fights became serious arguments.

Although forever considered unfinished business

the sun had set on that period of your lives.                

And these seven letters, burned deep into your soul,

Have changed your relationship with him as a whole.


Plain and simple: ‘It’s Over’. It’s time to let go.