Let Them Go

She came from where everything sparkled in darkest colours

Had curls bouncing, skirts twirling.

She craved brutality and her childhood cartoons.

She enjoyed the demands, ashamed how she expected so very less.

She hated the questions. Indecisive, she could stop the time if she could.

She could run away if she could.

Everything about him, reminded her a man she knew before all of this mess.

How it felt wrong to kneel in front of him and also, right.

Like she was scared of something but didn't know what.

Loving with harsh hands.

Tender with cruel words.

She had things to unlearn, a body to explore.

She enjoyed being scared and how it felt wrong. She couldn't explain it, ever.

There were magnolia trees in front of her mother's home

When she missed the smell, she listened to songs in her language.

She craved brutality and some days her curls weren't bouncing.

Ditched her childhood heroes way too early, skipped the sad songs.

She let feelings ruin her insides, for a couple of hours more.

For a couple of years more.

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Years were fast and it smelled like magnolias when her skin was bruised,

All the pieces of guilt and shame running through her blood spilled out, made a mess.

He said "let them go, we'll make new ones"