I’ll Let You Go Free
My heart is a bottomless pit
It is extremely more difficult
Than I would have anticipated,
To write about what’s in my heart
And my thoughts that commiserate.
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My crazy mixed up thoughts and feelings
Are both so complicated and confused,
But you’ll find life is definitely messy
When you heart is constantly abused.
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Every morning when I wake up, I find
That I have a new point of view,
Day by day I’m consistently changing
My thoughts and feelings about you.
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On my good days, I find that my feelings
Tell me that I no longer give a damn,
For life is so very much better
When I live on my own, like I am.
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Then I begin to change my mind about you
As another morning and sunrise go on by,
And just the thought of you leaving me
Breaks my heart and compels me to cry.
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Other days I find, that when I awake I seethe
With this burning anger and rage inside,
It’s then that I can’t help wishing upon you
All the heartbreak and tears that I’ve cried.
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It truly scares me and leaves me bewildered
When I wonder, as I’m no longer 100% sure,
If my heartbroken and scarred heart
Could ever find the ability to love anymore.
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My once loving heart as you have left it
Is nothing more than a bottomless pit,
It holds my anger and rage towards you
But it no longer holds love inside of it.
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So if you are definitely sure and certain
That this is exactly as you want it to be,
Then I will no longer stand in your way
And I’ll say goodbye and let you go free.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.



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