I.
You never wrote a break up poem for your first love.
You never fell in love again & you never will.
II.
You never had a break up to write about with your second love.
It was slow, soft, a gentle falling apart, an easy descent into
whatever this is, whatever it means that you don't
acknowledge their eyes anymore you pretend you never
hear it when they laugh.
III.
You haven't talked in weeks but it's hitting you now;
someone who held you down on bed springs, someone who
held you in their arms at all.
IV.
You're mourning a death of
months ago.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
I.
You never wrote a break up poem for your first love.
You never fell in love again & you never will.
II.
You never had a break up to write about with your second love.
It was slow, soft, a gentle falling apart, an easy descent into
whatever this is, whatever it means that you don't
acknowledge their eyes anymore you pretend you never
hear it when they laugh.
III.
You haven't talked in weeks but it's hitting you now;
someone who held you down on bed springs, someone who
held you in their arms at all.
IV.
You're mourning a death of
months ago.
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