if you were the sun
i would get burnt
sitting all day
underneath your rays
it doesn't matter how much i sweat
or how much it burns
and aches my skin
i would sit underneath you all day
and just bask in your light
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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
