Letting Go

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How I struggle to

Lay to rest

These thoughts

Of you

In deep graves

And end the mourning

But they always

Come out of the ground.

With pale hands,

Death reaches out to me

And it attempts

To pull me under

When all I want is

For you

To stay dead

And buried.  



Your ghost is

Haunting me

As I try frantically

To get over you.

Your ghost is appearing

In my dreams,

Chasing me,

Trying to get a hold

Of me.

I try to outrun you

But your ghost

Always seems

To catch up

With me,

When all I want is

To erase your memory.



Demons disguised as  

Angels try to

Convince me that I can

Have you back

If I just ask,

That I lost

The best thing

I’ve ever had.

Yet as their masks

Are removed, the truth

Is revealed that

I never had you

To begin with

And that I’m

Better off

Without you.

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