I would tell my mom each time that I had felt things were over before I had the guts to leave
And you know what beautiful thing she told me
"When you left, you wanted to make sure everything was finished, that there was nothing left to save"
And it felt just like 'bam'
I scrapped the bottom of the barrel of what I was able to give and at some point I had to realize
It won't matter the amount I sacrifice for you
You would never realize till you were ready
But you showed no true sign of trying
YOU ARE READING
I'm not sure if I'm doing this right
PoesíaA collection of my poetry that I hope no one sees, but I guess that is kind of a lie, maybe just a anonymously for now.
