our curse - a love poem

i see the way you look at him, holding his hand, kissing him, and i see you’ve been cursed. cursed to love a man you never truly loved, cursed to lose the girl who gave you butterflies. if you were a boy, you said, so many years ago, i think i’d want to kiss you. so unsure of yourself in your sentences out of fear of being cursed with a life sentence damnation, you said. but how could a love so sweet be so wrong. how cruel for a sixteen year old girl to hear these words, i cut my hair, i bound my chest, i made myself a reflection of who the world wanted, in order for us to be together. i waited for you. but time did not wait for us, my dear, your parents laughed when you brought me home to meet them, then their laughs turned to violence when they saw us said we were cursed, laying with the devil they turned your bright green eyes into swollen shades of blues and purples. now, nearly twenty years later, i see you with him, saccharine smiles, absorbing his touch like a reluctant sponge. heartbreak is not nearly strong enough a word for this kind of pain. my love, we were never cursed, the world was.