Let it go now,
There’s nothing you can do.
It’s better this way,
Taking the complication out of the wounds will hurt but wouldn’t it heal faster?
Or would you rather the roots grow deep,
Through your pores into your heart?
Like last time – took you forever to crawl back out.
Guilty pleasure, that’s all it was.
As if telling yourself that as much as the burning stars in the sky,
Would convince you that nothing sparkled,
Whatever it was, it would be better if it is gone,
Just let it go.