Mother, my dear and smart.
Please be careful with your heart.
Leave me too cold,
And I might get too bold.
I'll heal you, then break your heart.
But you'll still be healed and we'll be apart.
I might promise you nothing will tear us apart,
I just need you in the dark.
But words are lies till you put light them up.
You do it and you know how to light me up.
But lighting me will burn us,
Till we're nothing but dust.
I'm tired of you!
Nothing can fix this, not even glue.
I hate you and you know it.
But you're staying till I start throwing a fit.
I know I'm childish,
But being with you feels like a death wish.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
