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Heather Mar 20
I think I’ve loved you in a 1000 spaces
I curse my consciousness for being in this one
Heather Mar 13
For all the sadness in my bones
Nothing can negate the peace I have laying
In the grass watching the sunset
Heather Mar 11
We sip congratulatory Miller lites
In the bar with the 50 cent pizza
The poor mans gala I thought to myself and chuckled

But Heather she whispered
And drew me close, her lips against the folds of my ear
“I still think of her”

“When” I say
“Everytime we make a major relationship decision”

She wants to know is it wrong
I say no
But what I mean is “you’re not alone”
Heather Mar 11
I want to suffocate your memory.
I want to burn your image.
I want to record over the soundtrack of your voice with a thousand new songs
Each day I wake up I dig your grave deeper.
It’s become so deep that the dirt has begun to fall on me
If only I could drag you down with me.
From first heartbreak to most serious. Fascinating how it’s become angrier in the rewrite. I’m stronger, yet still me.
Heather Mar 11
Taught to think a partner is happiness
But never being truly happy with ourselves

Constantly trying to be better than the pornstars
Look like the models of his dreams
And let’s be real
More nurturing  than his mother
A rewrite from a 2020 poem
Heather Mar 11
May her broken body peacefully return to earth
And her broken heart heal in the next place
I don’t know where we go when we die but I hope it’s not nearly as dark for her as this world was.
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