Closing my eyes
I breathe in the salt
That you left to pour
Onto the gash I made
Into my arm when you said
"There has to be a justifiable
Reason our mother is this way".
I stripped her of her title
The one she never earned,
I have lived every hell
And still, I am not her.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
