The Bittersweet Moment of Letting Him Go.

The sound of the rain hitting the window

mimics the sound of his heartbeat as you sit

and you try to not think about him. 

How his black hair was soft to the touch 

just like your soft heart that he had no problem pulling from you.

How his eyes were the brightest damn star you'd ever seen. 

You just cannot forget him. 

So you simply try to not think. 

However, that is all you can do at this point. 

Sit and wallow in your thoughts. 

Break yourself open. Pull yourself back together. 

Until you realize that is all you really have.

Yourself and your soft, soft heart.

Kind enough to let that broken stranger in

and to even try to put him back together for no benefit

but his. 

He did not deserve you. You know this. 

You always have. 

And so you let go. Release the baggage

he has left you for several months. 

Allow yourself to breathe using the lungs

he sucked the life out of. 

He may look so angelic in your mind, 

but my darling, the Devil is a master 

of disguise.