the cold november air reminds me of nights in your car
when you begged for a chance to kiss me until your lungs turned blue
cold winter nights felt endless until February rolled around
when you let the dreams of you I shouldered die.
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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
thirty: november air
the cold november air reminds me of nights in your car
when you begged for a chance to kiss me until your lungs turned blue
cold winter nights felt endless until February rolled around
when you let the dreams of you I shouldered die.