I have been fed love since before I was mature enough to know better,
Before my body had curves and before my words
Had complexity
Dips and gaps and awkward pauses,
Before all of that, when I used to kiss my pillow and pray,
Oh, please, won’t someone someday adore me?
Then my chest budded like tulips during the spring,
I scribbled the sentences within romance films all on my wrists,
I turned my head at just the right degree,
Grinned in the right lighting.
But my world came crashing down,
lt was a tragedy without all of the drama-
That tragedy was me.
I was not the girl next door that the boy spent his nights glimpsing through his curtains at,
I wasn’t the damsel in distress that craved to be saved
Anymore.
I was woman, whole
I was both the
