When I was a child, I was worried
I'd never get to wear that white wedding dress
And sing like a lark while the bells ring,
Gazing into my husband's eyes.
When I was younger, I was worried
I'd always be last picked
(I was, but that meant nothing to my fears)
I worried about not being kissed
Lips that tasted of the boys that missed me
Standing at the edge of the concrete
Like a loser.
If they approached, I turned the other way
Because I didn't care, bell chimes ringing in my ears
Far, far, and never to celebrate me.
When I was a child, I worried about loneliness,
Left the unlucky bride in a cold church aisle
Bound to my loss by a chain.
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Author:
Lucy BC (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2022 04:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Thank you for reading! xx
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This was very poignant and I adored every word.
I must say dear poet, your writing style is very clean-cut and evocative.
The images that you craft are touching, and I hate to see you feel this way.
But I'm sure you'll find your one and only someday.
thank you! the poem was an exploration of asexuality/aromanticism and coming to terms with it in a world where romance is so heavily capitalised 🙂 as a child, it was difficult to deal with... but not anymore, luckily
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