Healing My Inner Child
- Bre'Anna Coleman
- Mar 23
- 2 min read
I’m sorry that I couldn’t reciprocate
The love you wanted until it was too late
It was never my intention to make you wait
Your gaze made me think of the little brown babies we could create
But I always had to stop myself
From dreaming of a life beyond myself
My heart came wrapped in plastic
But my parents turned that plastic to stone
It hardened over all the nights that I had to spend alone
So I’m sorry
that my guard refused to come down
But I made a door, just for your entrance to my heart
I love like how I cook food
It either too much or not enough
So I either hunger for your loving
Or I binge on lust
Because that’s how I was taught to love a man
Or anyone
But now that little girl isn’t so little anymore
The one who spent many nights thinking she was the problem
Not smart enough, not beautiful enough, nothing was ever enough
For them
So I assume it wouldn’t be for you
So when that passion drained from your face
I said, “It was about that time”
And despite my cold front,
I wished I could run and hide
That little girl never grew up
She has been trapped in time
And the pain is the fuel
That keeps her alive
But I’m glad she’s still there
She didn’t allow the pain to age her
The moon makes her feel something
And hatefulness lights her anger
Sunsets make her feel love
Your hugs make life better
I never thought I could be loved
But when look at you
I wish we could be forever
That passion drained from your face
And fell to your lips
It runs through my veins
Every time that we kiss
It wraps my heart
And it’s breaking the stone
The plastic is still there
And I no longer feel alone
It’s never been used
And I think it was saved for you
Teach me how to love
Because that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do

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