you love me
and maybe that's enough.
if I have one person who loves me,
I am happy.
and I have way more than one person who loves me.
they all love me.
and, once again, I'm reminded that I don't need you.
I don't need you,
but I want you to love me
and I want you to like me
and I want you to tell the truth.
was there ever a moment you didn't love me?
a moment you didn't like me?
was there ever a moment you hated me?
maybe I don't need a real mother.
I have my friends.
they're my chosen family.
not you.
never you.
not unless you finally fucking apologize.
but right now,
I don't think you love me.
I think you just feel trapped.
my friends love me
and maybe that's enough
for now, at least
it has to be.
and it is.
it's enough.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
