Broken Poetry

Do You Remeber?

Remember when we all used to play board games? I would always get the green tag, momma would get the red tag, and you would always get the blue tag. You both would let me win, but the moment I finished the game, the real battle went on. You'd battle your hearts out. Whoever wins first gets two dollars. Second gets one dollar and third gets nothing.

It's kinda like how every time I would head to bed, the battle between you and mommy would continue. I'd sit in my room and listen to the screaming and yelling. At the time I didn't know how badly you were hurting mommy.

Remember when we would go out to eat, we'd always stop by an ice cream shop after the meal? Mommy always got mango. You always got blueberry. I always got a mixture of everything.

We'd always sit and laugh, talk about dreams, school, sports, and fun things we would like to do.

Remember when mommy was gone and you took me out for ice cream? It was silent. The air felt thick, and tears were running down our faces.

I couldn't eat.

Remember that one little girl I used to hang out with? The one you told me to never talk to again after she saw you hit me?

She's my best friend now, I never told you about us still talking.

Remember the first time you beat me? I'm sure you don't...

It broke my heart. I skipped school because I didn't want you to get into trouble. When you saw my grades drop, you beat me again. I didn't know what to do.

Remember the day you first told me you never wanted me? It was six days after mommy left. I was heartbroken.

Mommy didn't take me with her, you didn't want me, of course I was going to try to kill myself. But I'm glad someone who actually cared pulled me down from that roof and held me until I calmed down.

Remember when you said to my face, "Life would be so much easier if you didn't exist," do you know how much that broke me? How much I wanted to punch you right back? How much I wanted to stab you, and cut you, and scream at you. But I didn't because deep down I still cared for you. I still loved you. I still wanted my old daddy to come back and tell me it's okay. But you never did.

Remember all that pain you put me through? All the pain I put you through?

That's why I left. It was the best for both of us. You'd be happy, I'd be happy, we both could live in peace.

But I still miss those old days, when mommy was still here.

Please comment. It would really help if I could receive some constructive criticism. 😋 Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend!