it's been three weeks now
three weeks since i held your body next to mine
and cried while we said goodbye
three weeks since you held my face
for the final time
three weeks since the last i love you
and the last kiss goodbye
they say it gets easier with time
i highly doubt that
the more time passes
the more i remember how you saved me
how you taught me what love could be
and that i was never bound to be alone
you showed me the beauty of my scars
and the gentleness of my soul
it's been three weeks
and i still crave your touch
there aren't enough memories to get me through.
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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
