my mother
it's strange
i could never say
but i miss her
i miss the mother figure
that was never there
sleepless nights
long flights
lonely heights
i looked for her in you
it still hurts
you remind me so much of her
when you caressed my hair
you morphed into her
you morphed into mother
i craved you
i wanted you to be my sister
my mother
a person i could comfort in
i believed in that for so long
now look where we are
i am numbed
mother does not fly as often
but i still feel empty
in her presence
it's uncanny
the irony
the dream
has turned into reality
but i am empty
you left me behind
like an aborted child on the streets
but that's okay
i fucked up
but i don't care
at least not on the outside
but oh, how i still miss
you
so much like my own mother.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
