you walked me home that saturday
you told me if i wanted i could stay
i was in a daze dancing under streetlights
"i have a bed just for you tonight"'
i wanted to be sleeping on the couch
you opened the bed to have me lay down
then you asked about the stupid show
underneath that android's glow
i was tired and sick and drunk
i closed my eyes to try to escape the funk
then you told me to just go to sleep
but then the hands started to creep
i closed my eyes thinking when they opened i'd be home
but the minute i opened them whole
i knew that this was more than a nightmare
it was a sober boy whose hands could tear
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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
