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Where my love has gone poem

Where my love has gone this past school year


In a photo of you kissing my rabbit
your eyes look at the camera
the same way you looked at me
when you were between my thighs
why is that she used to dress up
and you didn't bother to cut your hair
maybe I didn't care back then
why do I now?
You scratched your name into the skin of my city
and I smile and feel pain when I see it now
It is close enough for me to casually walk by,
but then why do I avoid those streets in my mind
it weird to see pictures of her
with rope marks around her neck
and then remember how she made me feel like I was the one choking
And all through of this I see the rainbows
rabbits, cats, art, passion, and personality shine through
weird to see you growing
and I didn't even realize the space I took up was precious
and how he pops up around October, after them, she, her, and they.
Soft ropes for a soft smile
he decided he would be the big spoon
and took me to get free tattoos
why did he love me?
because I was a giant weirdo
and I love being that with him
a sweet goodbye for a sweet boy
and I give my heart of gratitude
And she showed up in the spring
An itch like my allergies that flared up during pollon season
for a month I let her sway me like the wind rustles dandelions
and I held her like a mother to child. Rubbing a back when necessary
always wondering what she wasn't telling me
the mystery of would I ever get to know?


And now I want to end this slight tale of wowe
Cus i have chips beside me and it is time to watch netflix

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