Although I don't remember it
I know there was a time
When you were happy
When nights were not spent
Dreading that next bill
You never were
Wondering
'What else can he do to fuck me over?'I know there was a time
When you would come home from church
With a loving, non-alcoholic husband
And two unaware children
And your house was big
The lines under your eyes were less deep
And brooding
Your eyes themselves were full of hope
And loveThe universe has been unkind to you
That much is true
You have been purged of all you have
Left with nothing but scrapsBut you make it work
Despite having no money
You are the one to come through for me
Never
Never
Have I ever met a more resilient motherHowever;
That does not mean you may use these facts to control my actions and wordsNote:
It's hard not to forgive a woman who gave her whole being for you
It's really hard
Sure some things she says are hurtful
And she should know that
But never could I ever stop loving her
Time does not heal all woundsAcceptance and forgiveness get the job done
And Thems facts
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos