The hardest part of loving you
wasn’t
letting go.
It was accepting
that I was fighting
for someone
who had already
let go of me.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
The hardest part of loving you
wasn’t
letting go.
It was accepting
that I was fighting
for someone
who had already
let go of me.
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