i'm sitting in the car
"who ya textin?" you ask.
"i'm just reading" i lie.
i wasn't doing anything bad.
i was just texting my mom.
but the last time i told you about her..
" she misses you.
and youre selfish for being so rude to her.
she's improving i swear. "
i want to scream.
i need to let you know how she hurts.
but instead i stare out the car window.
feeling guilty for pitying her.
i cant tell what she deserves anymore.
i try to compare her to the raindrops rolling down the cold glass.
i make them race in my mind.
she's racing against you.
and youre winning.
YOU ARE READING
acatalepsy
Poetryacatalepsy - the impossibility of comprehending the universe; the belief that human knowledge can never have true certainty. ⚠️cw: may include toxic households, emotional abuse, childhood trauma, death, toxic christianity, eating disorders, and more...
