THIRTY-TWO
let go of me after all this timeI cannot pinpoint
when my heart started to beat for you.
I just know that when I hold your hand
in mine, all I can think is
how much it is going to hurt when I have
to let go.
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𐎀 So far this week, my boyfriend & I moved in together, I entered another poetry anthology, & I did a complete deep clean of my room.May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...