july
hudson, ny
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him
she compared me
to her ex when we were
drunk on the grass.
maybe it's because we
really are that similar,
but it made me think.
i wanted to know
what they'd done to her.
how had it ended?
was it her fault?
probably not.
her brown hair looked
more like spun copper
than muddied earth
in that setting sun.
her eyes sparkled like stars,
glazed over from the wine.
it was the first time
i had ever not been able
to take my eyes
off of somebody.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
