What Love Used To Look Like
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  • Reads 704
  • Votes 48
  • Parts 48
  • Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Oct 20, 2021
"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the different variations, extremities, and tolerance of losses Sage, the writer, has gone through in the past years, in which recent ones have always been the most difficult to forget and write about. One can only hope to find solace in these words. 

We all have loves we wish we never get to have or learn, but isn't its inevitability indeed one of its fascinating mysteries? Sage peels through the layers of her first love and the events that had occurred in her four-year relationship. 

Trying to forget is hard but remembering what love used to look like after all the pain is so much harder.
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MELANCHOLY | 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, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.