he holds me as we laugh
i missed this feeling
the feeling of knowing that you have that person
the one who you can share anything with
and its never that serious
sometimes i miss the serious conversations we used to have
the talks about our deepest fears
and our worst nightmares
the intimacy that i loved
it left with you
so now i give myself to the unserious
to the boy who wants my body and my laughter
but not my soul
it's not like my soul is there anymore
you took it with you when you left
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Şiirfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
