Letting Go Was Never My Strong Point
By Gia, age 17, Florida
I've written you a journal entry for almost every day,
Just like Noah and Allie in The Notebook.
Now I get to stop writing and burn those entries,
Knowing you won't ever read them.
I said I wanted to call my best friend,
And I dialed your number.
Sick, right?
Letting go was never my specialty.
I don't want to believe the words you told me,
Rather pretend you never said anything hurtful to me at all.
After we got tangled up in your sheets,
Mumbles came from your side of the bed.
But now I can't even remember what your voice sounds like.
I was worried this would happen,
That I could possibly forget the intimate details of our relationship.
But every time I lay my head down on my pillow,
I reach out to my left to see if you are there.
Letting go was never my specialty.
I fell into your lap,
Like that one time in your apartment, when you said you wanted no one but me.
We took a chance,
One that you took away for a reason I don't think I want to know.
But it's time for me to let you go,
Keep you in my journal but let you go from my heart.
God will keep you safe,
He promised me that Sunday and the one before that.
So I love you Prince Charming.
"Yeah, I know I'll see your face again" ("The Drugs Don't Work" by The Verve)
