BEFORE WE FALL [poetry]

I JUST WANNA GO HOME

3.31.2016 : I wrote this for my mother.
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The wool,
as it puddles at your feet.
Your lips, 
as they tell me I've got to eat.
But mom...
I'm not a fan of
lukewarm mac and cheese.

As I ace my first math test in awhile,
your number's the first I dial.
Someone's proud of me
even though I've still got a C.

And I always come right back to you
when I feel like I'm alone,
and I always come right back to you...
I just wanna go home.

I was thirteen,
when I thought I fell in love.
He gave me everything,
I didn't think I needed mom.
Nearly had forgotten,
where I came from.

But I always come right back to you,
when he leaves me all alone,
and I always come right back to you.
I just wanna go home.

It turned to yelling,
I didn't think that you knew best.
He was a jerk, mom.
Ripped my heart right from my chest.
You were right, mom,
and I'm really, extremely wrong.

So I always come right back to you
even with my disrespectful tone,
and I always come right back to you.
I just wanna come home.