Of all times, mom. Of all times to drift into dark silence and stop caring, not now. I need your help. I need to get into college. I need your attention, I can’t grow up on my own. I don’t need you pushing me, I just need you to act like you give a fuck.
I’m feeling a little empty tonight. Sometimes the people that I’ve left behind come back to haunt me, like they’re spitting on my shoes and it was never my fault. So much has changed over the past year, it’s astounding.
Sometimes it seems that I don’t have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plots that turned us from lovers to friends
I’m thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack it’s weary spine and read to help remind myself.