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  • Poetry Discussion Re: Poetry Chat (18+)

    His hair was messy but my fingers still easily slid through it as my hand raked over his head moving down his back until my arms wrapped around his waist. ...

    May 12, 2017


Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson