we're just friends
there's nothing there
but there are stolen glances
secret meetings
in secret towns
down secret roads
i wear my best perfume
and you put gel in your hair
we meet underneath the quiet of the night
where no one can hear us
we show our love
behind closed doors
underneath the lampposts
deep in the woods
in our own world
where it is just you and i
but to everyone else
we're just good friends
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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
