poetrybyvioley

[poetrybyvioley]

i miss being your daughter

we were close when i was little

you called me your sugar plum fairy

sat by my bed when my dreams were too scary

i didn’t know at the time that our relationship was so brittle

you had mixed feelings about your own mother

maybe that’s why you act the way you do

you rip me apart and then try to patch it up with glue

we both know you wouldn’t ever do that to my brother

you called me an addict because i would bite my nails

while you’d have at least two drinks everynight

you’d buy a pack of cigarettes everyday, and have one at the stoplight

then after dinner you’d sit in the backyard, in the dark, and smoke with the snails

called me fat in the women’s dress section of the department store

told me to cut down on popsicles for the summer

to me it was more than just a bummer

not that it matters but i know when you were my age you weighed more

never taught me the things you should teach your daughter

told me i needed to shave

yet you never taught me how as if id learn via radio wave

instead my blood just mixed with the shower water

you cry that your mother is dead

saying she was a bad mother and that you wish you got closure

yet you stand in the crowd watching me like i’m a tiger an inclosure

and you don’t say anything as i’m about to lose my head

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