first-heartbreak
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To the womanwho complimented my locs and giggled with my mom,who listened to me rave about supporting a small Black businessas she sold me a car with a dead battery.To my first love poems,begun preemptively when love wasn’t even in the vicinity,finished prematurely for a manwho spent years studying mebut still couldn’t read my unhappiness.To…
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I only cried for us the first week. After that, my heart broke, not for us, but for me—for the time I lost, the self-doubt and insecurity it left me with, and the mourning of a person who hasn’t passed away. Before this two-year (too long) relationship, I was comfortable in my singleness, picky, and…