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This poem was originally published on my personal blog, which you can find the link to on my profile. Be on the lookout, because it may evolve to something more!
Vintage records are playing loud
To mask the sound
Of your despair
As teardrops soak the only sweater that you wear -
And you wonder what went wrong.
The candles have all burned out
And every rose has wilted now
You’re left alone in the dark with nothing but the smell
Of a love too headstrong to ever end well
And your boyfriend’s hanging out in bathroom stalls
While you
Drive past your best friend’s house
But she’s not there -
She never will be;
You’re simply hanging on to a memory
That’s slowly fading but is still so bold and beautiful
For now.
Published by Jasmine Uitto
Written by Jasmine Uitto
7 years ago 
