sunsets

a collection of poems i wrote about a boy i met in march

my memories of you

now live in a small box

under my bed

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heartbreak isn’t

half as pretty

as it’s made out to be

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i play pretend

in my head

i imagine we’re happy

together 

and in the blink of my eye

it’s gone

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he told me

i reminded him of each sunset

and every sunrise