dig up her bones

we found flowers growing on your street one night

my mom says that things don't work out for a reason. maybe the atoms in my body collided with yours and created something deadlier than the words that slipped out of your mouth that night. maybe it was too cold outside the day you were born, or maybe your mom just didn't feel like having a daughter. what I do know is that even though things didn't work out, we were not a mistake. our 3 am walks and the bites on the side of my neck were not a mistake. I don't regret loving you, I just regret stopping.