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“My father gave me a ruined boy
to compensate for the fact
that he does not love me.
The boy is fragile,
broken—broke
himself—broke everything.
I asked him why he did it.
He said because the world was unlivable.
He said it was unlovable,
but I think he meant himself.
I think he meant that
loneliness is sometimes painful.
I curl against him,
tuck my head beneath his chin
and listen to his heart.
It says stay and wait.
It says regret.
He knows what it is to want love,
a love so fierce you grow roots.
I hear his heart say please.
He went looking for angels
and found me instead,
girl of the sorrows,
sad but not sorry.
I waited for a sign,
a star to fall.
He reached for a knife and drew branches.”
― Brenna Yovanoff
to compensate for the fact
that he does not love me.
The boy is fragile,
broken—broke
himself—broke everything.
I asked him why he did it.
He said because the world was unlivable.
He said it was unlovable,
but I think he meant himself.
I think he meant that
loneliness is sometimes painful.
I curl against him,
tuck my head beneath his chin
and listen to his heart.
It says stay and wait.
It says regret.
He knows what it is to want love,
a love so fierce you grow roots.
I hear his heart say please.
He went looking for angels
and found me instead,
girl of the sorrows,
sad but not sorry.
I waited for a sign,
a star to fall.
He reached for a knife and drew branches.”
― Brenna Yovanoff