you had so many chances
to apologize
to tell me you see me
that you're sorry,
i wanted to hear you say,
that you're sorry for hurting me
but it never happened
so i forgive myself
for craving your love and care
for crying at night for you
for the cold in my soul
i forgive myself for holding on to someone who didn't want me
for being gaslit all the time
i just wanted your love mommy
YOU ARE READING
not so bad poetry
PoetryPart 2 of bad poetry, a new book to fill pages and pages of emptiness with ink ready to spill
