dear mom,
there are so many things i would
like you to know, but i fear your
judgment. there are so many
times that you've ruined for me.
there are so many memories you
have taken away from me. yet i
still love you.

what makes you so different from
a toxic lover? what separates this
heartbreak from the one before?
what satisfaction do you get from
taking my friendships away, my
family away? why must you break
my heart worse than anyone else?

love, bailey.