Para mamá

Why do you mess everything up?!

The welts from your belt turned into authorial fist

I wanted you dead for a long time now. Perhaps I

still do.

 

I should have aborted you!

You thought I took something from you the moment

I grew into your womb. Maybe you should have, as I

don’t see the point in living if I want to be dead.

 

Leave then, I don’t care where you go!

I don’t know everything in the world, but if

I can survive the Hell you gave me, walking on

eggshells in my own home perhaps what the world will do is nothing.

 

I love you baby.

You’re the reason why I second guess those

words anytime it flies out of someone’s mouth.

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I wanna love you in all the places

you try to hide from me, so I can

tell you not to be afraid anymore.

I want our love to be whole enough

to where questioning it, is out of the

question.

I meant it the first time, I loved you

then and now. There’s nothing you

can do about it.

They’ll never know

what they missed if they

have a place to come back to.

― Day Sibley