Poems from Jaemak1
All I ever did was give you everything I had to give
The Flower, just a sprout
I let you hold my budding heart
Those petals were promises...
Oh mother, sweet, kind.
A farce of true compassion.
I'm your diary.
Can I be your dog?
Fed a bowl of cigarettes
in the stale morning,
bowl of you at night.
I'll wag my tail when you're home,
follow you...
I am plucking my feathers again.
You say it's a stress response.
Maybe one day I'll pluck enough of them
that my mind won't fly away...
That night, my hands were not my own.
My mind- I was not home.
I did not caress, I did not cry.
You did what I was told.
I wanted it all...