look at what you've created mom.
this disaster hard center, built so frail. waiting for weeks because you only respond through snail mail. fuck you!
my chest is filled with red lights, and moments of meekness.i can live through it.
cursing your names and saying you blew it. though it may seem facetious.
she loves titles, wanted me to call her GAWD like some fucking priestess.
when you returned, she made you wait. it was hard so you found some downers, a quick escape.
one day she'll tell you why. smile, then kiss you and answer all your questions with lies.
she is heartbreak, the truth, a liar, and filled with youth. so wise.
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