It goads me that,
Even when I tell her the absolute truth
(Because we are blood, “family”)
She does not believe me
She takes it personal saying I lie to hurt her,
And I understand I rebelled
But we grow up eventually
And when all you have is the trust
Between you and loved ones
It cuts like a knife
Realizing
The truth of how you’re seen
There’s a
Loss of connectivity
That thing
Supposedly it’s “a given”
Between “family” (supposed to be)
First and foremost —good grief!
How it goads me!
That there’s no trust, ergo no
Love...?