Locker slams shut, hallway echoes with goodbyes,

But your eyes linger, searching past a million lies.

Another face, another name, a fleeting connection,

Leaving you chasing shadows in a land of recollection.

Why is it so hard to build something brand new?

Walls built high, guarded by a heart that feels so blue.

Is it fear? Is it doubt? Or a story left untold,

A past love's melody, still playing, bittersweet and bold.

Like a cliché love story, a low budget romcom gone wrong,You

 chase after echoes, a one-sided song.

You fight, you cling, a moth drawn to a fading flame,

Desperate whispers, "Don't let go, don't let it all be in vain."

But love's a two-way street, not a one-sided chase,

Holding on too tight, suffocates the very thing you embrace.

"At least I fought," you say, a bittersweet refrain,

But pride and self, they crumble in this emotional rain.

Letting go feels like losing, a battle fought in vain,

But true love sets them free, releases them from the pain.

This isn't weakness, it's strength, a newfound light,

Learning to stand tall, even in the darkest night.