the skies turn golden
when peace washes over my soul
his voice in my ears
flowing like a river
i pretend to not look so eager
to take his hands in mine
and tell him it shall all be fine
to see him laugh
to see him smile
all of it
just to learn to let him go
to forget everything we used to laugh about
to let go of the “us” we couldn’t be
to let go of all the sweet lil things you said
to let go of him, my him
to let him go & find his own reverie
in the end the winner takes it all
the loser has to fall
its simple & plain
why should i complain?
- Shreya
I hear the pain behind the poetry.
Not just love lost, but the grief of illusion.
The “we” that never became real. The “him” who maybe wasn’t really yours.
You’re not just letting go of a person you’re letting go of a story your heart once believed.
And that line: “the winner takes it all”
it hides a wound.
Not all losses have villains. But all illusions leave scars.
Still, you wrote it beautifully. That matters.
Because turning pain into clarity is the beginning of healing.
Not easy, but true.
Walking away is easier than truly letting him go, resonated with me too.