i spent last night in his arms
and i didnt think of you
or the nights we spent
in the back of my altima
but then i woke up
tears in my eyes
and i realized the truth
he wasn't you
sure, he had a perfect smile
and words like a poet
but his hands weren't rough like yours
he didn't have specks of blue in his eyes
and his heart didn't beat with mine
sure, he was wonderful
he wasn't you
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
