“the parents that made mistakes, like everyone” by the-demanding-almost-adult

hold me and rock me in your arms like the child i am murmur softly to me and sing slowly almost desperately and look me in the eyes and i will tell you all that is me and why, god, why i will never say those words to you, why i’ll never explain what pierced me when i was younger

the mother who broke me

hold me and rock me in your arms like the child i am even if i know you won’t say anything even if nothing from either of you will ever soothe me and make me forgive even if i will always look at you both longingly like a ghost of a past that’s never existed

the parents who owe me

because there were so many possibilities and yet the chosen ones were the ones who broke two women, a son and a daughter and I just hope the next children will never harmed and will be able to look at their dad, content, not hoping anything because they already have what they need and will never feel broken by you

i feel like it’s all because of you but i might be putting the blame to a wrong place
you owe me more than the money you said you’d give