I didn't realize
That becoming one flesh
Meant I'd slowly loose
Not just my autonomy
But all of me
I miss when there was hope
Nestled in my bones
YOU ARE READING
Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love
PoetryThe first year of being married to the only boy whose smile made my stomach flutter.
Feathered things
I didn't realize
That becoming one flesh
Meant I'd slowly loose
Not just my autonomy
But all of me
I miss when there was hope
Nestled in my bones
