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You let me go.

At first,

I thought I was fine.

I told myself

I didn't need you.

I said I was okay.

I lied.

Then the silence got louder.

The nights got longer.

And everything

started reminding me

of you.

I replay our memories

like a broken record,

hoping this time

it would hurt less.

But it never does.

You let me go,

and I let you.

But part of me

is still holding on

to something

that's already gone.

I don't hate you.

I could never.

I just wish you knew

how hard it is

to breathe sometimes,

knowing I wasn't

enough to stay.

You let me go,

but you took a part of me

that I don't think

I'll ever get back.