M O T H E R.
I would tear myself apart I hopes that once someone would choose me.
I spent most of my time loving him through closed doors and opaque walls, and because I spent most of my years pining after a man that never treasured my attention for more than three seconds, I learned to believe that nothing in this world was for me to claim. I learned to not hope for things I couldn't claim.
I was the comforter and healer for the moments when he needed it. I was attached solely to moments of loneliness and loss. I reminded him that he was not alone in this world, and in turn, he reminded me that I was.
For months, I thought that the only time I would be the most important person to someone was if I created him from the love of my womb. Only then could I love someone unconditionally.
I would finally mean something to someone.
I would finally be someone's first choice.
I would finally have something to claim as my own
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
