she gives me a bar of chocolate at the front entrance of school
i give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek
we walk to class.
it's cold,
she gave me her hoodie.
it smells like her shampoo.
i'm so happy for her,
she's come so far.
i hope she loves herself as much as i love her.
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my first lover, and may be my last
Poetrya series of poems i've written about the months with my girlfriend; and the months we parted ways. i hope you enjoy and i will be adding more if i get enough time/reads TW: slight mild mention of an eating disorder pages may and august. (if you are...
