25 years of life, and somehow I’m so surprised when you pass by.
Surprised that you know anything about me.
So much has changed, I’m only wondering what I did to make you want to live without me.
we are supposed to be blood, but our relationship is closer to the consistency of water.
I don’t know what I did to be treated like such a shitty daughter. I guess the things we say and do as teens, stick. But For how long am I grounded?
Of all the things in this word I needed, you couldn’t give me the one thing that was supposed to be maternal.
Why throw stones when you can throw bricks?…..
When will my heart stop shattering, and why am I acting surprised when I am not your first call when you pass right through without even a thought as to say hi.
Why am I not important enough to give a thought? You gave me L I F E.
Why does it hurt, and why am I still
Harping? You don’t love me and I am still
Holding onto hope that one day you’ll show me.
When will I realize I raised a good one, much stronger than this? This shouldn’t phase me.
I. am. amazing.
Drive a stake through my heart again, the least you could do was play the part.
Scene cut, you can’t change.
You wont change.
Love is never forced,
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Hi! Cadlynne Dovel here, hopeless romantics. Withering relationship, mother of one and animal lover beyond what words can express.
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