Banal, but

I made a list of names,

My favorites,

Of girls

For my future twins.

 

I was fifteen then,

I dreamt of mothering,

Of milestones and of memories

 

I dreamed a life,

Calm, normal

Low key

 

 

I didn’t set to make waves

To break norms

I wanted to be ordinary

 

I ended up in a rut,

Of never ending misery.

Baring my heart to none,

Now, to the world.