
- that song. that song which is–was–our song. the one you once played when we hung out and then randomly came up in my spotify the day you left. i don’t care if ariana sang it to perfection or the nor’easters did. it’s not poetic. it’s just sad.
- poets. wordsworth, dickinson, shakespeare, you, me. all of them. all of us. not poetic. not poetry. take our hearts out and examine them–still not poetic. their pain–our pain–is. we aren’t.
- you. that red shirt you were wearing with your signature flip-flops is poetic. that sticker artwork you made was poetic. you aren’t. poems stay–you didn’t.
This is really beautiful!!!!
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Thank you! I’m glad you like it 🙂
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Not like, love!!!
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