My heart has a question,
it asks with bleeding gums
gingivitis raw:
Will I always find you
in love stories which aren’t mine?
Will you live in every word
I’ll never write, in guilt I try to hide?
My heart has a question,
it asks with pulled down sleeves
and rosy cheeks, tugging on loose thread:
Will this be us forever now?
Heartbroken by my own design
you, always asking why.
Will I know you’re happy
when she comes along?
An angel of settling security,
everything I refused to be.
My heart has a question,
it asks with bee-sting tongue
and an aching jaw:
Will every smile always feel like victory?
A familiar memory shot into the present,
the hope of the hopeless.
Will we continue to laugh this way
even when you’re miles away?
The lover I chose to lose
and the friend I wish could stay.
Will you decide on white and blue?
A chapel and steeple?
Platinum and lace?
My heart has a question,
it asks with unsettled hands,
fingernails bitten to the quick:
Will I always love you
even though, it was me who let us go?
Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties
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Brava, Kristiana!
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Thank you, as always Eric 🙂
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I really like the format in which you wrote this. And the unsettled tenseness in each “question” stanza brings the reader right into the moment and unease of the character. A wonderful piece.
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Thank you very much, stylistically it was a departure but I’m glad I put it out there. 🙂
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