those who suffocate within confined walls
witnessing losing wars with silent strength
at their dysfunctional familial wavelengths;
develop a certain resistance; unfathomable, unbreakable,
towards love;
for they haven't heard fairytales or nightingales
but have seen relations derail, and faces turning pale;
in tears, in anger.
but let me tell you,
it has made them wiser
stronger,
and think longer
about love.
they are patient,
for love to come to them.
love,
that longs not for sparkles,
magic or anything romantically tragic
but something kind, warm,
not so chronically sad
for restoring a home they never had.
~a
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