A Poem for a Broken-Hearted
You'll forget his eyes and how they
Considered your
Heart
For cut up forearms and knees
Will soon
Mean little to nothing to me
For stretched out memories
And short goodbyes are simply
what they seem to be--
Nothing more than an effed up
Apology
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
