i'm a hoarder of sorts
i've kept every single card
i have ever received
from my first birthday
until my 19th
i keep them all
except for the cards from you
i love holding onto memories
but i know even without those cards
i'll hold onto you for centuries
at least if i throw the cards out
i can eliminate the words that scowl
YOU ARE READING
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
