mom,
i see you now for who you are
what you did
and what you bared
i thought i knew more than you
the world is different now
than it was when you were me
you said the same words to your mother
and she did to hers
it's a cruel cycle of believing
our mothers know nothing
the world is not so different
heartbreaks are still heartbreaks
pain is still pain
the advice doesn't change
the world still hates
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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
