I give until I break
I keep trying even though my mother tells me to let go.
I thought I had you back
After 7 years of hopes crushed, self-esteem broken
I even tell you as much
But then you’re gone again
And my heart breaks in two just as it did when I was 10
I didn’t know it was coming then and I didn’t know now.
Except at 10 my heart was malleable and soft
Like greenstick fractures, my heart could mend
But now I’m 31 I’m not so sure
My walls are up, and the moat is deep
And my heart is brittle and bruised.
You just stood there.
Because that’s what you do so well
You do nothing to protect your daughters
Our long walks in parks and our emotional conversations in cars and on trains are null and void.
I will never be enough.
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