My relationship with my mother
Has been a series of trust falls
And she's never once caught me
But I keep leaning backwards
And hating myself
When I inevitably hit the ground
I worry I'd rather hurt myself forever
Then face the heartbreak
Of walking away from her open arms
It ends the same either way.
Laying on the floor,
Bruised, gutted, alone.
The way it all began
The way it's always been
The only way I know
I've heard it said
That "you attract what you are"
And I wonder if I'm a black hole
Desperate to crush itself into nothing
And dragging everything that gets too close
Into the dark
If only I could escape
The orbit of my own heart
I wonder if I'll ever make it far enough away
To fly


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