We pretend small talk matters.
You say one word and my heart completely shatters.
Fear, not love, is what you truly inspire.
Our relationship long expired.
I’m grown now, sometimes I just tire.
You once took me in and drew the line.
All your care for me was flawed in its design.
Your hands closed in a fist, ready to hit.
Back then I knew in my heart, you wanted me only to submit.
But I guess I should thank you for the adversity, maybe because of you I just don’t know how to fully quit.
Your love and memories in my life no longer perfectly fit.
Looking back I can see…
Courage and strength through darkness were given to me.
Life lessons bring me closer to knowing humility.
At such a young age, she inspired a crippling jealousy.
The choice in my own hands…tells me this is not how it has to be.
Thankful for the tears and the neglect.
Because there’s not a moment I take for granted when I reflect.