feast with the chocolates
your last lover
left by your doorstep,
throw his bouquet
out the window
because darling,
you never liked roses,
daises were much better.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
