I was my mother's daughter. I needed to be the parent of our relationship. A caretaker for her. How much of a narcissist do you have to be? At the end of the day you're not here. At the end of the day you never show empathy.
I became aware of your flaws when I needed you most. The only way out of this cycle is facing your truth, and I've had enough. You can't give me what you don't have.
I hold onto this relationship and all of it's good parts. I know you're scared to let me go, but you must. I'm tired of being your violent spawn. Your evil daughter. I can't hold you anymore.
Dragging my fingers along each page I ask myself: what did I do to earn this? I know I don't deserve it, and neither do you. We're both in this endless pattern of motherhood.
I wish you held me though this process, and it's taught me more about your true meanings. I wish you still held me like the child I am. Love shouldn't be this way. Love shouldn't be draining.
I am sorry mother.
I am sorry.
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Resilient Spirit
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡
