I will not make your drug habit comfortable like everyone else , I will not make eye contact with you because you do not deserve to see me
I will not tolerate the inhumanity that makes you make me crumble I will not tolerate you and how you disregard my being by falling into substance

I always idealized my mum
Maybe because she was the closest thing I could hold onto , my first home our cells both absorbed nutrients from the same blood stream
But I am getting older and. Am breaking to the thought of how she is not my home because she is his home and he hold a key yet I have her inside my blood
And I’m really sad because I know now that he doesn’t even have to enter her as she waits for him at the door with her fingers grazing the **** yet when I’m screaming for her to let me in all she does is “acknowledges” my pain
~ she will always choose him