I broke myself
Changed my ways
To try and fit into the little box you claimed fit perfection
But I was never enough to fit into that mold
My hands too long my body too big,
But I forced myself inside
Now stuck in this ideation you've claimed to be your own kind of beautiful
The kind ill never be.
I called this love despite your constant rejection
Made excuses for you because I came from you
I was once inside you. We were once one.
I was told I was supposed to Love my mother.
She sacrificed everything for me
Endured the pain only a mother would know
You've taught me everything I know
Except how to love myself.
So tell me mother, with this body you bore and this mind you've littered with insecurities.
Do you even love me ?
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PuisiPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
