I barely even knew you,
yet every time my friends and I catch up,
you somehow come up in conversation.
Every time I think about my first day in the school,
I remember that god damn you helped me build when I first moved in.
My feeling full of attitude first time crashed,

 it’s like he was trying to rid away the scent of you,
mark with the territory of something new.
That was left by a dumpster not too long ago, 

throwing it away was somewhat therapeutic.
I hated everyone except myself before this time.

This poem, ‘ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-II’ is under copyright of LoOsEaCtIoN.

&_Keshav Sawarn |

 © 2017 LoOsEaCtIoN

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Published by Keshav Sawarn

I'm not perfect bcz im not fake....

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