You sometimes message me
To tell me how proud you are
To have me as your daughter.
Once, you even messaged me
To tell me you had already
Divorced my father.
You sometimes call me
To tell me how sorry you are
To have left us behind.
Once, you even called me
To tell me you were no longer
In the same country as me
After you told me you'd just be
In the next town over.
Sometimes you lie to me.
Actually. . .
You lie a lot,
And I wish you'd stop
So I didn't feel like I have to
Hate you.
Just a short poem about me being an ass to my mother like usual. I'm really upset about the fact that she messaged me for the first time in a few weeks to have the first thing said be "Your father and I have gotten a divorce, but you can see me anytime you would like." ????? First, you're in Canada, and, second, if you ever talked to me, you would know I have far too much to do in order to be able to see you "anytime I would like." I'm being bitter, ignore me.
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A Collection of Short Stories and Poems
NouvellesThe title basically says it all. This will be a collection of really short stories and poems I have made recently in a creative writing class as warm-ups, so just sit back and enjoy a few chapters of random things based off of random prompts. This...
