i was reminisc-ing today and thought of how my madre is so die-hard "i-hate-lesbos" and how we'll prolly get in an arguement over grades soon and it'll result in us fighting over me being a stupid lesbo as opposed to her "brilliant little girl who used ot wear bows" *cough*beforeidressedmyself*cough*
so yeah, in my fit of nastalgia (and, uh, series of increasing suicidal fasc-ination these days) here's a poem i wrote. enjoy.
Dear Mother:
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the best;
But it was the best that I could do.
I’m sorry you think about me when you cry;
Really, you don’t have to.
I’m not who I am out of spite.
My heart shouldn’t be on my sleeve.
I’m sorry you can’t be pleased with it
And that’s why I must leave.
I’m sorry I thought she was beautiful
My lust shadowed my love for you.
I never wished to fall like this
But wishes never come true.
My mind, body, soul go dark.
I couldn’t escape my mind!
How foul I am; a filth I can’t cleanse.
I’m a sinner of the dirtiest kind.
I’m sorry I’ve become a mess
But this one, I leave you to clean.
grey matter splattered across the wall
Your final memory of me.
I’m sorry you must find my corpse
But that’s all you’ve seen these days.
She broke my heart; you were right.
Girls dating girls? Sickening ways.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sat Mar 27, 2010 @ 01:06am · 0 Comments |
