iii. He reminds you that you may never be loved In the way that you are supposed to His heart opens as it should A halved pomegranate And the jewel flesh spills forward In effortless bounty
Yours was wrapped in butcher paper With care, long ago It lives in the freezer In the way, way back Ice crystals form slowly Until they resemble a silver blanket of moss
"Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long" pt 3. This poem isn't about what you think it is, but I don't think that that matters so much. The feeling is the same at its core, even if the circumstances are not.