I'm not sure what love is.
But my parents loved each other I guess.
They were married, and married people love each other.
It's the was 3:21am fights everyday.
It's the slaps you receive when you kiss another man.
It's the beer cases you store in the basement.
It's the pointing of the fingers.
If that's what love is, I don't want what my mom and dad have.
-b
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Cactus & Peony
PoetryA book about The pain The suffrage The beauty About being a girl In a world -bhictoria
