you stole a piece of my soul
you tore it from my body
believing you had control
my memory is foggy
my dark eyes are glazed over
cold blood rushes from my heart
stuck within your enclosure
my broken soul is your art
and my body was the donor.
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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
