One day, you'll be the sorry one.
The day when I've become a successful doctor, and you're stuck in your mothers house. Just like your brothers.
You wanted to be in the military. I was helping you achieve that. School meant nothing to you, cadets didn't either. You wanted reserves, but uh, you threw that out the window the same as you did to me.
But what do I care? I used to lie, say I didn't want you back but I did. Now? GOD I want NOTHING to do with you.
You make me livid.
You changed everything about yourself.
Told me you didn't like jeans, now you wear jeans. Told me you'd never grow out your hair, guess what?
You did
You know another thing you told me?
You'd never leave me.
But ya did.
BUT
I'm not bothered. I was, but I'm not. You know why?
One day i'll be successful, i'll have a husband and i'll have the two kids I've always wanted. The ones you didn't.
And you'll come crawling back to me.
Because you'll be sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
