she tells me
she’s in love,
all the time.
all with different guys,
all with different lies,
all the while,
the same shine in her eyes.
she says she’s in love,
and her love is kind—
though it is anything but.
i’ve seen the havoc it leaves behind.
she calls it love,
because she would
lose herself
if he left—
she could care less
for her kids
that would weep,
no,
their tears,
they could keep.
they were mistakes
she shouldn’t have made.
those children aren’t love
but the price she has paid.
my mother tells me she’s in love
one too many times.
i’d love to see her eyes
shine the same way
when she tells me,
she loves me.
the kind of love
a mother
provides.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
she tells me
she’s in love,
all the time.
all with different guys,
all with different lies,
all the while,
the same shine in her eyes.
she says she’s in love,
and her love is kind—
though it is anything but.
i’ve seen the havoc it leaves behind.
she calls it love,
because she would
lose herself
if he left—
she could care less
for her kids
that would weep,
no,
their tears,
they could keep.
they were mistakes
she shouldn’t have made.
those children aren’t love
but the price she has paid.
my mother tells me she’s in love
one too many times.
i’d love to see her eyes
shine the same way
when she tells me,
she loves me.
the kind of love
a mother
provides.
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