Wax paper over your mind

Hear me, Hear me, Hear me

Stabbing your brain

Understand

You called me mother and you fled from home

Crying rivers to slowly dislodge you from your refuge

reminiscing about translucent thinking

Afterword guilt

If I hate myself enough, maybe you'll come back

Don't put me down

I was afraid of being wrong

because you were always right in your ignorance

Staying comfortable makes me uncomfortable

and I've gone so long, keeping locked too often how I'm perceiving this

Love doesn't grow here

Only chaotic upheaval that's been pumping inside

Self-hatred being flattered by jealousy

You're so wondrous

I bet your blood flows like poetry