The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was

thirty five: writing

i like to write poetry
on the way my mind feels
late at night when the world is silent
i used to write about the ways i've been hurt
the way his hands used to taint my body
and make me question if anyone could hear my screams
now i can write about the way you hold me late at night
when you're too far past curfew
and your eyes can't stop looking at mine