Hello, Love
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Hello, Love

Love Patterns

A poem of reconstruction

Photo by Everton Vila on Unsplash

In my youth
I knew nothing of
passion and
burning love.

I knew only of
the awkward,
the obligatory and
butterflies in my heart
that seemed to justify
anything and everything
as long as the boy wanted me.

These were the
butterflies they spoke of in
the rom-coms,
the young adult novels,
the pop music
that came with flushed cheeks
twirled hair
and nervous giggles.




Love changes us. Love makes us human.

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Alexandria Roswick

Alexandria Roswick

Top Writer in Feminism. Blogger for Say It Loud Space (UK). Trauma, relationships, and analysis of media and culture. https://linktr.ee/alexandriaroswick

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