The words the man spoke on the screen today made me weep. My parents said they wouldn't listen to what I have to say until I can breathe. Can't they see it's more then the words he spoke. That night my mother crawled in bed with me. Held me and told me that the love I have for him will pass. That there's no way it will hurt like this forever. That someday I will see him and not breakdown. That I won't constantly be hoping he's in the next room I enter. If only my mother actually walked through my bed room door. Instead, we both lay in our own beds staring at the ceiling thinking about the life we could've had with our first love. Thinking about the quote that numbed her and broke me. 8 steps have never seemed farther. 11 streets and a different life time we could've been together. Mother I crave to be loved by him. But I begged to be loved by you.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
