By Aitza Soto
I own this heart without a host because you left my side when I needed you most. Even when you left me to die after I broke down to pieces, I still wear the old shirt you left besides all the creases.
I won’t miss your face or your sweet golden eyes. I won’t miss the hours of me yelling my “why’s?” I won’t miss your stupid grins or how you made me forget your sins. I won’t miss a thing, I swear I won’t. I won’t let you back, no, not into my throne.
In this game where no one wins I’m letting you go and releasing my sins.
I’ll run far, far away, farther than I’ve ever been before because I know now that in this life, for myself, I want so much more.
And yet it hurts to have let you go, it feels good to have a fresh new start. Because even when my face won’t glow, the right person will know how to put back together my heart.
The Student Tribune 