Freedom From Us

In the end, we were shackled to one another. We were our own weights pulling us down, we were our own enemies.

It was my hand in yours and yours in mine and we didn’t know how to let go. We didn’t know how to live without the one who was slowly killing us.

To let go would mean loosing the one we loved, loosing the one who, though dragged us down, was the only one that would make it okay.

It was never okay, not one second was it okay. And it wasn’t easy. No, it was the hardest thing; to stay together.

But it meant something, we meant something. That’s all we thought we wanted, to mean something to someone.

But it really wasn’t. We wanted to achieve the freedom we could only get from letting each other go.

It was hard to stay together, but it was the worst, most awful thing to let go.

It was terrifying, horrifying, almost unthinkable; unimaginable.

But it’s what we needed to do. We needed to let go in order to move on and make ourselves live a better life.

So I’ll take the first leap, I’ll slowly let go and you’ll feel the air be sucked from your lungs.

Just know I’ll feel the same thing, too.

Because I’ll still let go, little by little. It will hurt. It will hurt so bad you might think dying is better. But it won’t be.

The shackles will be removed and we’ll realize how much better off we are.

And we’ll miss each other, so much. But it will all be worth it.

You’re worth this. And I know I am, too.

You’re the only one making this pain okay, but I’ll always feel it as long as you’re here. And you can’t deny it’s the same thing for you, too.

Just don’t hate me when I let go, just follow my lead instead. Become better, stronger.

And only think of me in the worst light, it’s the only thing that would make the freedom stick.

So just let go.


12 responses to “Freedom From Us

  • VersesOfSincerity

    Beautiful. Took the words right out of my mind. Because I had the same thing happen to me too. We were together but we were both damaging to one another. I ended it, even though I still loved him, and he still loved me, but we’d be stronger and better without each other. The love will always stick with us, and it will keep hurting when we let go but we won’t be suffocating anymore..

  • Stephnalamx

    @VersesOfSincerity –  sigh, yes. it hurts to let go, so much, but it really is worth it.

  • agirlinwonderland

    Beautiful…this is just so beautiful….

  • dw817

    Hey, welcome to Xanga.Word of advice, If you hold on too tightly to your friend, neither of you will be able to move.Follow your heart if you must, but always leave a trail of candy to find your way back.β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–ˆβ–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘

  • Stephnalamx

    @dw817 –  Aha, been apart of this site for at least four years now, but thanks for the late welcome.This is about letting go, moving on. There are bound to be obstructions later down the road, but I’ll find a way over them; I won’t go back.

  • dw817

    @Stephnalamx – Well until you posted a Plugz I didn’t know about ya. :)As far as going back. I’m always crossing that bridge of life. I never burn any behind me and I know it makes it that much easier for my enemies to find me, but eventually – in time – they’ll settle down too and forget all about me.It’s when you burn a bridge behind you, your followers seemed to be more determined than ever to locate you, wondering what you are hiding or what is so secretive.β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–“β–“β–“β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘β–‘It’s only a matter of time …

  • Stephnalamx

    @dw817 –  I think this one was actualy like my 10th or so… I use the same one over and over, months apart aha. I’m pretty sure all of the bridges I have burned should not be rebuilt… I burnt them for a reason, and in most cases, it wasn’t one-sided.

  • JanikaBanks

    You have a good way of writing that.  I can’t write my feelings like this at all.  Thanx for stopping by.

  • Stephnalamx

    @JanikaBanks –  well thankyou very much. & no problem. (:

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