it's exhausting missing it
the way they favor the taste of wine.
My image of you,
it constantly declines.
I thought you were a part of the few,
who understood and knew
that they had too little to lose.
The bridge has already collapsed,
I don't see you anymore.
Strong, alone, and weary, we're beginning to overlap.
Everyday, I wait alone after four.
Maybe I should've taken that open door
because if it's anywhere,
you're leading me to shackles on the floor.
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First off, my name's Brianna Dunn and I'm a young poet who mostly writes about struggling with emotions or feelings. This poem, "Letting Go," was mostly about what I went through while trying to steadily love someone who never gave back what I put into them. Which resulted in me being hurt, but also learning a lesson that I hope everyone can get out of my poem.