how is it for the better
when i cant look at myself
and not see his lips on my forehead
and his hands on top of my scars
his eyes in mine
and his heart in my hand
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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
fifty three: for the better
how is it for the better
when i cant look at myself
and not see his lips on my forehead
and his hands on top of my scars
his eyes in mine
and his heart in my hand
