one minute :
you are blasting pop music from the car speakers
with the windows rolled down
laughing with me as you scream the lyrics
to some shitty song we don't remember
and the next :
i am gaping at you
tears spilling onto my cheeks
as your mouth forms words
that you will never apologize for
how is it
that one minute
you are my mother
and the next
you are not
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
