i can't face you entirely just yet.
i am scared of so much, which is to say it's
been a while since you last held me in your
arms.
do you even realize that you are the most
beautiful thing i have ever loved?
you look in the mirror and you see not
enough, and you kill me.
i stand behind you, as your daughter, as you,
and i die.
~~~~~~~~~~
the first time I cried in front of you was
when all I was, was yours.
your baby, your family, your girl.
i wonder sometimes, if i scared you in the
beginning.
the last time i cried in front of you was when
my grandpa died.
i wasn't that close with him and you knew
that.
so, i told you the sound of my dad's voice as
he explained his fathers death broke me.
you hugged me, and i wasn't afraid.
i wasn't afraid and you are so beautiful, mom.
~~~~~~~~~
there is so much i want to say to you.
sorry for not being perfect, even though
you deserve nothing less.
thanks for loving me on the days it was hard
to love myself.
i love you and i will never tell you good
enough.
i am you and you are me and we have been
for so, so long.
so long now.
-V
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still, none the wiser (poetry)
شِعرi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)