I used to be calm.
I used to hug her tight on her legs.
I used to nod with everything she said.
I used to light up her life.
I used to have fun with her.
I used to be nice.
I have seen the fireflies on the night sky
But darkness is what I had become.
Her eyes would flood with tears when I go out with my friends at night.
I see sparks from her hair as I turn up the volume.
She shuts the door when I look at the bright light
Of my computer
I ignore her advice and end up in fights.
I insult her which words witch I throw like knives.
She would slam the table with a BANG.
I could feel the fever of her rage like a drumbeat
We would scream for hours.
She would grab me tight by my hand.
And would look at me with the face of a thousand volcanoes.
The grimace in your face cut my heart.
We have come apart.
Those days of love are over.
I have ignored her.
I have changed mother.
And now I’m struggling.
I have turned.
Into darkness.
Mad.
Alone.
Heartless.
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