poetry

What we are and the stories we tell

We are little girls who wear rainbow skirts

Pair them with leggings and a bright pink shirt

We are the hairbands we wear

The wind in our hair

We are candies we hide

The horses we ride

The songs we sing loudly

We are the sugar rush and the brain freeze

We are everything that fails to deter us from going for things we love

We tell stories of how we love ourselves

While wearing monochrome body hugging dresses

Adjusting and pulling them at every unwanted gaze

The alcohol in the noon sets us in a daze

We promise ourselves to not tread the line

Red heels kill our knees

As we stare at rainbow skirts at little girls section

Wondering if our rapidly ageing bodies

Will ever be able to carry them again

We are still little girls that believe in happy endings

And crowded Christmas gatherings

Running around the house

Our dresses carry stains of the barbecue sauce

And lips carry traces of the red velvet

And we sing around the tree

We tell people we hate Christmas

How the beautiful things in life are crashing in alone at our

Cramped apartments secretly lit in fairy lights sneaking from bottles,

We drank throughout the year to be brave

A glass of wine and a stranger we bring

Because we are afraid of memories

Our dresses are non stained

But our hearts are contaminated

And our lips broken from the kiss of Judas

While every time we come near Christmas

And the little girls in rainbow skirts we see

We miss Home, we miss us and everything we used to be

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