Flower Girls At Lost Weddings

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Sometimes I wish

I didn’t fall in love with broken boys.

I always see the signs,

they wear their hearts on their sleeves

like battle scars

and I ignore all the red flags

like when they outright say,

“I’m a bad person”.

and I tell them, no.

I console, I hug.

because I’m always trying to help,

not thinking about myself.

Sometimes I wish

the broken boys would love me back.

Lie to my face with sickly sweet nothings,

whisper “I love you’s” into my skin, 

so if I squint hard enough

the hickey’s look like hearts,

slowly fading memories as I stand in the mirror.

Sometimes I wish

these broken boys would understand

my heart’s already broken

so they don’t need to fix it,

just need to lie enough that the tape holds.

  • Author: Kat Pointer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2022 13:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MendedFences27

    MK - Let me be the first to say that I think your poem is terrific. Your use of colorful language, metaphors, and creative imagery bring to life your lament on "broken boys." My favorite phrases are "sickly sweet", "the hickeys look like hearts", and "lie enough that the tape holds." Kudos for creating this. - Phil A.



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