I've thought about her everyday for the past three months
At first I attempted resentment for the way she made my head rush
But the heart grows fonder for the moments when our skin touched
And though the companionship was only shared a few weeks
I don't think my mind will ever forget the way we had our souls linked
I have to fight off the urge to contact you when I feel weak
I thought I was past diving into shit head first
I always hoped for the best but predicted the worst
But when she showed me love and support, my heart was alert
It feels like another life, the last time I felt like this
I thought my independence made me stronger, but everything is convoluted
It used to be so much easier when you barely knew me...
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Bruges, Belgium - Taken by me
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The Formative Years: A Collection
PoesieThe formative years of a man's life are sewn by outside forces: friends, enemies, romances, heartbreaks, and the experiences he reaps from these years. What formed you?
