Love Poem – I LOVE YOU
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Growing up I was hopelessly in love with fairy tales.
I’d smile with bliss when mum read to me, snow white.
I’d literally go bonkers, LITERALLY.
I’d go to bed before the sun even had time hit the horizon just so mum would read to me.
I am over exaggerating just a little, but I’d the first kid in the neighborhood to catch a wink.
“One day, you’ll live your very own fairy tale,” she’d always say before bestowing a kiss upon my forehead.
For a four year old girl, those words were like finding a motherload of diamonds.
Yeah, her words meant well, but as I grew up I realized that those words were more detrimental than drinking mouthwash.
At the age of thirteen I made a gruesome discovery.
No, I didn’t get my period for the first time. To be honest, I can’t really remember at what age I got it.
But when I did, I thought I’d some type of rare disease.
What I found out that day was more horrifying than blood dripping from my honey pot.
I found out that not all fairy tales had a happy ending—which left me broken because I was so hooked on have fairy tale type of life.
As time went on—I slowly accepted the fact that some fairy tales didn’t have a happy ever after ending – life wasn’t all that great neither
I lost my biological father to alcohol, which did a number on us, but I wasn’t as terrible as my mom.
I never really had a best-friend, well I didn’t have any friends.
It was impossible for me to get close to anyone, because we’d constantly move, which meant that I had to switch
schools.
My mother, she was an emotional train wreck.
She couldn’t bear the loneliness, nor did she want another husband—words that came out of her mouth so proudly that day.
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