Snow in Spring 2
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Pretenses
I didn't fall in love with him,
I fell in love with his potential.
I romanticized his possibilities,
instead of what was evidential.
I fell in love with who he could be,
but not for who he actually was.
I bargained with empty promises,
for the false pretenses of love.
Z (C & BW)
Her 2
Graffiti Park
Graffiti 7
Graffiti 6
Unwanted
You don't get to decide when you become unwanted by someone... That's not a choice you get to make. You're just left there alone outside a door swiftly slammed shut... That you'd once been able to take.
Returned
You gave me back the stars
that were doomed in my memory.
The constellations which had
left an acrid taste in mouth
now taste sweet.
The bitterness of their
sacred names swiftly dissipating
from my sullen tongue.
Snow in Spring
AO Poetry 
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