i wonder now if it gets easier
if i will forever live in solemn
but i truly don't believe in either
there is no sense or a warmth of solace
all i have is the deep ache in my bones
and the constant bleeding hole in my heart
that is why you should never touch a rose
their thorns are sharp and their white lies are dark.
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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
