I have everything to say.
She wouldn't listen.
So you take a listen.
I took the lesson.
What could I say?
How much sorrow is hidden?
Rekindling flames of inquisition.
Burning bridges.
Heavy with the baggage.
Smoking with oxygen.
A combustion of a once union.
The homework, a daughter.
Her homework, a porclien heart.
Our memories stained like grape juice on linen.
Why should this day matter?
Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for everything.
Brokenness taught me how to run.
Running away looks different at thirty.
This isn't playing dirty.
Who should feel guilty?
Everyone in moderation.
Canal to coffin.
Happy Mother's Day.
Something I couldn't say.
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