mommy issues
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The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons
with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air
In the bright summer of ‘82,
the beaming light of the sun grazes upon
The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons
with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air.
In the bright summer of ‘82,
i've known couples with bigger age gaps than ours
me and my mom
we're childhood best friends
joined at the hip
playing on swingsets and jungle gyms
we grew up together
me and my mom
You said you would love me no matter what
That isn't true
I told you the truth and you denied it
I was confident that night
A brick wall
Tonight I am hiding from my parents.
I've been hiding since 10:30 and I've gotten very good at it.
I left my wide open sleeping area for the almost secludedness of my father's office.
Dear mama,
There’s something to say,
Please don’t hate me,
Or give me your rage,
Please do know,
I love you either way,
