Mother.
Where do I lie amongst your lies?
Where does my existence reside?
Between the laters or tomorrows?
Or your depression days and sorrows?
For my presence is only craved when you’re
Perishing.
You’re not here you never were.
Me being there for you, is what most often happens to occur.
Have you drained me dry yet?
Have you decided to come back for more?
You promised you’d be there.
You swore.
I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.
What else I can endure.
For your love is a double edged sword, wedged in my chest.
Leaving my heart achy and sore.
Your push and pull.
Your maybes and maybe nots.
Hold strong.
While my will and hope.
Slowly rots.