i don't think i'll ever go back to that town
where we shared our first kiss
our first time
our first love
i ran away
no looking back
if i look back
i'll see your eyes staring into mine
and i know i'll run straight back to you
so i'll stay a runaway
with no true home
because i lost my home with you
you closed the door and changed the locks
i guess i'll keep running
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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
