I wrote these poems after I sent my boyfriend of three years home on a train, after I found out about the other girl. He cried to strangers, the other passengers, for the next twelve hours. I have been crying to strangers for twelve months. Let me tell you about the phantom pains I have in the last place we touched.
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“i did not know him, i knew my idea of him.” -sharon olds Xem Thêm