it’s ok
i’ll
let it be
let her have all the losers
she wants
instead of me.

it’s ok
she let me go.
she showed me a song
about letting love die,
questioning it,
and said it reminded her
of her ex-boyfriend
she always speaks fondly of her love for
a fucking loser
she still seems in love with
and lets back in her life
got drunk with
and let fall asleep in her
bedroom.

I can let go of my emotion for that.

i thought she didn’t want me to let my love die for her,
i thought thats what she meant
by showing me that song,
but i guess she doesn’t give a fuck,
she only referenced that song
because she loves someone else
and it made her think of them
and not me.
She told me.
I don’t know why she ever showed me that song.

I can let go of my emotion for that too.

nothing she has ever felt in the pit of her heart
has ever had anything to do with me.

she let me go,
she let go of me,
she never even tried
to hold on to me,
or hold me…

i’m free;
a human who inspired all his greatest things on his own
and was rejected by everything he ever loved–
even this poetry.