grown up

I’ll be honest

when I said the words

grown up

aged thirteen

I didn’t see

a tub of ice cream,

crying

and sitting in the dark

listening to the sky

opening.

 

I didn’t think

I’d become

a rom-com movie,

the kind you see

on late night TV –

hopeless romantic,

console me

with a cup of tea.

 

I didn’t know

love and living

could hurt this much,

I’d prefer bees

butterflies

pretty flowers

and my hay fever

eyes to remind me

to breathe,

not this

tight chest,

I’m on my knees,

help me.

 

When I said

the words

grown up

I didn’t realise

I meant to say

I’ve got wells for eyes

except I’ve cut all the rope

to the buckets.

I’ve got rootless flowers

for hands, so when the rain comes,

torrential or trickle,

I fail to keep it. 

I’ve got a stained glass

mirror heart, 

except every pane loses

its shine and bruises. 

 


© Kristiana Reed 2018

12 thoughts on “grown up

  1. Brian says:

    Strong write! I love the third stanza best, especially “I’d prefer bees butterflies pretty flowers and my hay fever eyes to remind me to breathe”. Thank you for sharing! Brian

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  2. Nitin says:

    I’ve got a stained glass
    mirror heart, 
    except every pane loses
    its shine and bruises. 

    That’s just a fantastic stanza right there. The whole poem is excellent but that just stood out.

    Liked by 1 person

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