i want to love you
until we are nothing but bones
decomposing in our coffins
with holes in the side
so we can hold hands
even in the after life
you're beautiful
even in death
and bring warmth to my soul
even when your body is cold
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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
