Her mind had been contorted
Into shapes she hadn't learnt off,
And for awhile she never knew
Therefore it was never rough.
She had once fantasized about a family and children,
But lost track of when she stopped.
Perhaps society was the biggest catalyst,
After the penny had dropped.
Perhaps it was her thirty year old sister's failed relationships.
That lasted no longer than a season
for a reason .
Or perhaps her parents that had called it quits,
Leaving a child to drink the acidic tears of a forlorn woman.
A bitter grape turning into a raisin,
Loving no other man.
Perhaps, it was the image of dependence that chilled my bones,
Or the desperation that came after betrayal.
Something inevitable,
Just a question of when and with whom
Not a fairytale.
But I knew I'd stopped fantasizing when a man told me he couldn't last five days without his baby.
And my friends parents were hooked to the hip
Because at that moment I began to think maybe.
YOU ARE READING
The Love Chronicles
RomanceA sixteen year old takes the idea of love, shakes it and turns it upside down as she tries to understand the workings of it. Does she believe it in? Does it exist? does she like it? In attempt to understand her feelings towards love
