I’ve been asking for love
since my hands were smaller,
and my eyes were wider.
love isn’t what you wanted,
instead you were disappointed
in anything other –
than the complicit retelling
of a childhood,
of fractured bones,
of a ‘happy’ home.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Ah, so close to home here
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❤️
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Wow Kristiana! This is something…. 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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