it's funny the simple things we forget
from birthdays to names and memories too
oftentimes this fills us with regret
nothing is worse than forgetting what's true.
but if i am being honest to you
i don't think i'll forget a part of you
from the color of your eyes which is blue
to just how much of our love was untrue
why can i remember your little lies
yet not when my sister in law was born
i see that my memory always flies
straight back into your beautiful, sharp thorns.
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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
