you drove and I sat
in the passenger seat
trying not to cry
your music was instrumental
electronic
pretentious
not like you at all
I spent all night
picking at every weakness
I could find until
you found mine
- but I am glad you did
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love and other natural disasters
Puisireflections on experiences of love, heartbreak, and the odd cacophony that is being an eighteen year old girl. here there are many contradictions there is fear but there is also bravery there is joy but there is also sadness there is wildfire, ...
