people wonder where i went
i left with our love
i'll leave you all with the memories of me
a me that was loved
and who loved
i'd rather you all not remember me
the way that i have become
a shell of a person
who can't look at the sun
and can't leave her bed
because the minute i open my eyes
i see him
remember me when i was with him
that was the me i want for all time
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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
