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Apr 2019
Sometimes
I hear you wondering
Why things aren't they were before

Holding you
Whispering
"It'll be okay"
But not believing it myself

You are not alone
Don't be afraid
I won't go too
Pulled from your small arms

Holding you
Then you lashing out
Kicking me aside
Shutting yourself off
Healing slower
Than a car crash victim

Wailing that split the night
Told;
"You don't know!"
But little did you know
I cried
And I cried
Like silent raindrops
They fell

Each hit
From your small fists
Like a bullet
Piercing my heart

Moving from place to place
Feet barely touch the ground
Then finally
When you stop
Every second
You expect to leave

Bouncing back and forth
House to house
Mother to father
Father to mother
School
Weekend
Weekend
School...

Can't stop this train
One to another
****
Feeling like a tool

Do this
Do that
Lists of expectations
Remember them all?
Impossible.

Yet we have to
We don't like that
No
But we have to go on
Doing it anyway
Until we leave
To be on our own

- Jay M
April 23rd, 2019
My sister used to cry about my parents divorce. She was so little when it happened. She was scared of loosing me too.
Jay M
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