you taste like lavender and lemons
words fall from your lips
without any need for exemptions
your eyes look like the ocean floor
telling me how you feel without
the need for excess bore
your subtle features
speaking to me like preachers
but never a word said
that i could ever dread
i could worship you at the altar
and i would never falter
because i drown in your lemons
as if it were heaven
even with my paper thin cuts
stinging forever and all at once
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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
