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
Growing up is so over-rated.
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Oh I love the end
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Thank you 💛
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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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Thank you very much, I’m glad you enjoyed it ☺️
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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.
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Thank you very much ☺️
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I’m head over heels for the italicized lines! Wow!
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Thank you! 💛
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Kristiana Reed/My Screaming Twenties
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Thank you 💛
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Reblogged this on FVR Publishing.
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