Dear Mother

August 22, 2015

Don't tell me you're here,

Here for me,

When all that is seen

Is a stare so blank.

Cover what you mean

With lies you make.

I gave up on the one

Who is meant to care.

Now I'm here waiting

For someone to loan.

I have a decision.

No, I have many.

Head-on collision,

But I won't know how it ends

Until I'm already dead.

'No regrets' doesn't apply

When what is said

Was made to compensate

An apology.

One made too late.

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