Every day I see more that reminds me
Of the life we could have hadSplit between two fierce loves
Both uncontrolled and out of lineI'm the adulterer of course
Never the one allowed to play victimI did so much to try to make you see
But that's just not how eyes workSo I pass by all of the decor or trinkets
I would've bought for our little lifeAs the grief bites harder every day
I wait for my final collapse
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...