you know i left a part of me back there in illinois
screaming in the cornfields for some sort of a reason
i watched as you strategically planned the best way to destroy
watched your eyes change from warm to cold like the seasons
i don't want another shade of blue but those in your eyes
no other pain could feel quite this good
with every strike i watch you start to rise
darling you're just misunderstood
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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
