My poetry

Mom's already moving on

Mom's aready moving on,
A week has passed, still in denial that you're gone.
Can't escape the feeling that you're still with me,
Dad, why won't you just come back to us..this broken family.

You haven't even been buried yet,
The doctors said that they could bring you back,
But we faced it, we all knew that you were dead,
And mom's already found a new person that I know she'll wed,

It's been a week and I know I won't be able to survive,
The funeral tomorrow, I know that I will cry,
And if mom does too, just know that it's fake news,
I know for sure,
She doesn't care about you anymore.

This new guy brings a bright pink hue to her cheeks,
He makes her stutter and stumble, with him she just seems so shy and meek,
Well, I can tell that long ago she'd moved on,
She keeps on telling me to face the fact that you're gone.

I know how this'll go,
Two weeks or so will pass,
This man'll become my foe,
He'll try his hardest to make you just a thing of the past.

A month will go by and she'll have completely forgotten you,
I can't even think about all the things this new 'family' will do,
And, when I ask about you all that she will say, is,
'Move on, girl, your dad is in the past'
'Move on girl, stop it with the sass'
Well, this isn't sass, it isn't..teenage angst.

It's just a,
Lonely girl..
who misses her father's face..

You know, suddenly two years will go by, and..
She'll completely have thrown you out of her mind,
And, she'll be married to this picture perfect man,
Have a kid or two and i'll pretend to be happy at her command.

And..
This world seems broken,
Without you here,
My mind is sullen,
And i'll continue to keep shedding tears, and,
Mom will continue to just..roll her eyes!
Not speaking of you, just about our brand new lives..

She'll say, 'stop it, girl, you should count yourself as lucky'
Well, sorry mom, sorry I seem too touchy but,
This is not 'nothing more than teenage angst!'
This is,
A teenage girl who misses her father's face!
Well,

...Mom's happy to believe you're gone...
but for me, ever since you left life's been feeling way too long...
I hope that you will not be mad at me,
If somehow in the near future I accept what will come to be..

I still love you dad,
Mom's words will never Change that,
And I know that you can see,
what fine a woman i'll turn out to be,
You've always been so proud of me..

And this new man will never be able to change that,
He'll never be anything more than you,
I don't believe your dad jokes, your smile,your charms, everything you used to do,
are just.."something of the past"

I think I just want that last moment we had in the hospital room,
As I held your hand,
As mom took you off of life support..
To last.

I can't take it, not anymore,
I'm leaving, going-
And I am sure,
Mom won't miss me, she never has,
This way i'll be something of the past,

Going away, she won't find me here,
Maybe i'll die..
And maybe she'll cheer,
Well,
I don't care what she thinks or says,
I'm not going home...
Not going home today.

A/n: I feel like i've been writing poems for so long that I can't write short simple ones anymore. Idek where to start or where to end with these things.

I'm always worried that my poems are too much like ones that actually already exist. I've scanned this a few times, and I don't think it is..