My older brother is dead,
my younger one will be soon.
My best friend is in Italy,
trying to remind herself
that she is everything
you made her forget she was.
You made her forget
that she was loved,
that she meant something,
that she was better than what
people have done to her.
And then you tell us to move on.
The act of letting go is
not something I can do so easily.
- try letting go when your best friend tries to kill herself and tell me how that goes for you
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This Is Where You Learn to Move On
ПоэзияThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
