"Does it still hurt?"
"What?"
"Loving them."
It took me a while to answer that because I didn't know what to say. But then every moment and memory we had ever shared together hit me all at once and it felt like someone was chocking me as I tried to breathe in air.
Gasping, I finally answered. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah. It still hurts."
- A.M.
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Poems
Poesi"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
