If You Love Something, Let It Go
Free, free, my love; You are free
to love as I love, or leave me.
Have I not nestled you in
every unbroken promise since
before the vow not to trust came
to fall beside another's name.
I love, love, love you. See?
I perceive it as destiny.
I folded in your Cheshire grin,
your tongue, a sword upon my lips.
Inside my soul, it is wrong. So wrong.
Praying still the night is long.
I will let you be released
first light in the morning.
Long ago since-memories of bliss
fade with each empty kiss.
You will walk away, my love
and so, to keep you, I give you up.
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