As I sit here, I imagine the comfort I used to be infatuated withThe love I once soaked within my own skin — Nothing like it used to be.With my eyes closed I can see your face, your eyes, your smile.The memories both good and bad are nothing that I want to see.The emptiness you once left me to remember is nothing but the sound of the beat.Your smell it lingers as it tries to creep, creepCreep within my house hold as if I want it to be a memory.October — January — Months of nothing but hell.You used to say to me, “Time will only tell.”Thoughts, minutes, hours, days I’ve lost trying to find explanationAn answer I found, disaster is caused from hesisitationThe treasure laying on the left side of my chest is now again mineA battle I have lost, but the war I have overcome due to timeThe mirror distored to my soul a year ago is no longer fragile,the insecurities you once placed upon me, no longer a battle.Free — like the air placed in our lungs, fueling our beings,As I capture my beauty, you no longer see through me.Confronting my fears as I prepare to let go of time,the ghost of our past reminds me you weren’t ever fully mine.To let love die, one must let love go awayIf I just broke your heart, remember I only wanted you to stay.