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Little One, Don’t Forget

(A bedtime story for the girl who still lives inside you)

By Brie BoleynPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read

Hush now, little one,

pull the moonlight up to your chin.

The stars are whispering secrets,

and I’ve got one to tuck you in.

.

Once upon a someday,

you’ll meet boys with dimpled lies.

They’ll promise you forever

with that wildfire in their eyes.

You’ll think it means you’re chosen—

that love’s a game you win,

but they’ll love you like a borrowed dress,

and leave you in your skin.

.

One will tell you you’re the reason

but will forget how to stay,

then turn your name into a curse

and walk the other way.

Another will wear a wedding ring

but treat it like a chain,

and every time he breaks your heart,

he’ll call it love again.

.

And you—oh, you sweet dreamer—

will still believe in light.

You’ll build a home from ashes,

call it wrong and make it right.

You’ll stare at your reflection,

asking what you did to break,

but darling, love that makes you smaller

was never yours to take.

.

So hear me, little one,

while your lashes kiss the dark:

you were whole before they touched you,

you were gold before the spark.

You’re not the storm they blamed,

nor the ship that went astray—

you are the lighthouse,

steady through the gray.

.

Someday, love will find you

and it won’t make you bleed.

It will hold your hand in silence

and give more than you need.

It will sound like laughter in your kitchen,

like your name said soft and true.

And when it comes, you’ll finally see—

the best love was always you.

.

You were never meant to beg

for what should’ve been your due.

You are not the wound they left—

you are the healing too.

.

So sleep now, little one,

in your story’s gentle glow.

You were never meant to chase their hearts-

You were meant to let yours grow.

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About the Creator

Brie Boleyn

I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.

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