there are no rules
no expectations
the only expectation
is sex
loving, dangerous, hard
sex
what happens when the sex
turns into late night calls
and goodbye kisses
the sex
turned into holding you while you sleep
laughing with our shirts
thrown somewhere across the room
what happens when rules
suddenly appear
and there's a layer of jealousy
covering the both of us
sex never stays just sex
at least not to one of us
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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
