The Art of Letting Go

I’ve been practicing the art of letting go.
Trying to be free from the feeling of loving you.
But then I see your smile and the questions I locked inside my head start coming to the surface:
“Why am I hear far from you?”
“How could you let me go?”
And I wonder if me staying always at a safe step back prevented us from finally be?

Now see, where’s the so called art of letting go?
Where is the peace I was waiting for?

Now I just lay down and try to convince myself I was caught off guard
“It won’t happen again”
“I will not pull you back to my thoughts”
“Before I was doing just fine.”

The art of letting go
The days that it works seems so glorious and noble
“Just let go and destiny will fulfill itself.”

But what if I have a shitty destiny after all?
No, please just stop wondering.

Useless!
That’s when the bad days take place.

You try to focus and continue your own path.
Work on some kind of rehab for the soul.

Do not look at his pictures or
Think about his face,
His voice
And don’t even get me started on the time you spent perfectly fitted in his arms.

This is the art of letting go

Ironic… while you can not think of him
You also have to try to pull him off from under your skin.
“How and when did he get there anyway?”

Doesn’t matter!
Just let him be gently washed away from you on the good days.
On the bad days… gather your strength to nail him off in scrutiating pain because that’s what you have to do.
Just because.

As you can see today was a bad day practicing
The Art of Letting Go.