It makes sense.
It makes complete sense.
Like day turning into night,
like water running in a creek,
like a hot bath after a cold day.
It feels more than correct, it can't be any other way.

A part of you feels missing,
when they're not around.
I don't just mentally crave it,
my body feels lifeless and dull,
longing for them again.

Checking the time,
counting the seconds,
waiting until they're back
happens without realization.

Being in love is the strongest thing.
The most powerful feeling.
when they're away,
the entire world feels wrong,
because it only feels right with them.

I know it isn’t my fault
Genetically I shouldn’t be here
But now that it’s apparent
That my body isn’t
Capable of its sole purpose
The weight of that sinks me
I will never know
What it is like to be
Carrying someone inside
Or feeling the kick
Or nursing its body
I will never experience
True motherhood
I can replicate the feeling
But I will never have it
Why can’t I do
The one thing I’m meant to
I sit here in grief
Of all the babies
I’ll never have.
I bring joy to others
That experience it
But I silently feel
My own emptiness.

Some part of me knows
I’ll never be able
to shake the thought
of disappointing him,
even though I
hardly know him.
Though I inherited
his height and hands,
I feel polar opposite
most of the time.
How can someone
who gave me
half of me,
hardly know me at all?
But more so,
why do I care
about making
a stranger be
proud of me?

As an adult
I spend my time
Reflecting on my past
I was a happy child
I had a happy family
We weren’t rich
But there was a lot of love

Something changed when I turned 13.
My chest grew,
I wore makeup,
I bleached my hair,
My curves started to show.
My mother began to hate me.

Torment began to fill my time.
She tells me she loves me
more than anyone in the world,
but belittles me and infantilizes me.

How was I supposed to earn
the love of my mother
when she kept
getting jealous of me.

She never let me
leave the house
I had to keep
my life private
to protect myself
from judgement,
aching, and pain.

she made me feel small
so I kept quiet.

I told her a couple months ago
I was going to start therapy
she asked me what was wrong
and I told her I’m scared
to leave the house.

Sometimes I try to leave
And I’m 13 all over again.

The first time I felt like
the center of attention
Was my own wedding
I have lived ages wondering
If truly something was wrong.
If it was my appearance,
The manner in which i speak,
The language that i use,
Or perhaps I was too shy.
I have never had so many
People eager to speak to me
Pulling me aside
Trying to grab my attention.
But as soon as I turn my head
They rush to greet her
They thank her for her time
They can’t let her get back to it
I had never felt so seen
Or loved on my wedding day
But that only reminded me
That I am the shadow
Behind the woman who birthed me.

It’s hard knowing
that you’re happy now.

I spent so many days
feeling the pain
caused by you.

I had hoped to
figure out how
to leave and forget.

But now that I know
that you’re happy,
it breaks me.

I’m happy and
I asked for the split
but knowing
I suffered at the hands
of someone who
gets to be happy
feels like a knife
through the back

I wish they all knew
what you did to me.