When I was younger I would sit and watch as my moms lips would be attached to a new guys every month. When I was younger I would sit and watch as my mom would burn the taste of them all with cigarette smoke and vodka. When I was younger I would sit and watch as my mom kissed us goodbye as she ran out the door every night. When I was younger I would sit and promise to never be like her. Now I am older and I sit here with his lips attached too mine and the taste of vodka on my tongue and a new cigarette in between my fingers. I guess some promises just aren't able to be kept.
{also I have a great mom she just wasn't ready for two kids so young. She's changed and grown and developed}
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
