When are you going to let go? Holding on to what hurts like a vintage Fendi clutch. Worshipping it's power as if it was your god. Illuminating its presence with negative words and vile actions. You are flawed so fix it. You know the truth but you pretend I'm the lie. Typical for me to love you anyway. Or maybe I am the selfish one. Holding on to what doesn't want to be held. Helping what can't be helped. Forgive me as I attempt to turn the other cheek. I'm now asking when am I going to let go of me the lie and you the truth. It definitely hurts.