What is it
To be caught between
What you thought was love
And what could be love
I'm so tired of grieving
It hasn't stopped raining for days
And it feels like
The sky is doing for me
What I can't
I cannot cry you out of my body
But gods I want to
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI fell in love with a boy at the age of 18. We haven't seen each other in person in four years, and yet I still write about him constantly. He will always be the great love of my life.
