the poison in your lungs
must have branched to your heart
and to those lips
that i kissed each december night
because now i cannot breath
without the sickly reminder
of your skin on mine
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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
twenty eight: poison
the poison in your lungs
must have branched to your heart
and to those lips
that i kissed each december night
because now i cannot breath
without the sickly reminder
of your skin on mine
