(Love me one day, Forget me the next)
I am the living,
that once was a part to you.
...
Till I say again.

I never bonded
with my
mother.
I never had the pleasure
of being held as a baby,
comforted by mom
to monsters in the dark.
-
The kisses to which
would help a scrape
that seemed all to mean.
-
No, I had to
steal my mothers affection
...
Waking before she does,
finding my way into her bed;
Only to awaken to her,
out the door.