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Mom

If there was something that annoyed me greatly in my childhood,

It would be all the little boys and girls– That would cry out for their mothers

Their shrieks and wailing. It made my head ache

No, I'm nothing like those children

I don't need a mother, I don't need her at all

I've grown stronger, becoming an adult more quickly than others

She looks at me with foggy eyes, they are unable to comfort

I hate her, I can't bear to look into her eyes devoid of love

She doesn't say anything, only sighs, and I immediately know what she means

I pity her, I'm okay with her leaving a child she didn't want.

She holds a knife, slowly cutting into the board

I loathe her, I wish she'd step out of my life– let me breathe

She leaves the room, and it's like she was never there. I'm left with an open wound

I miss her. I yearn for her touch, no matter how forced it felt

“Mom, where did you go?” I ask

“Mom, come back!” I cry out.

“Mom, hold me!” I yell.

“Mom, tell me I'm still your little girl,” I beg.

Mom, you really are a cruel and tragic woman

How dare you give birth to a child and walk away

How dare you leave me all alone in this world

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— Nipuna Mehta (via @nipsyyy)

Longing

The way my eyes trail you.

You're gorgeous- stunning, ravishing,

in ways that I never knew possible.

The curly frizz that entangles in ones vision,

the black hues that drip from your head.

The lights reflect on cracked glass, yet enabling sight regardless

nonsensical, nothing about this is pieced together

the way you throw your head back as you laugh, then cover your mouth

hiding away crooked smiles, teeth shifted awkwardly

an offense to the saying "a sight for sore eyes",

yet I drink you up like you're water.

I'm a man in the desert oasis, surrounded by everything Ill ever need and want.

And yet I long for the scorching sun that you provided.

It's been eons since I've last seen the light.

Do your eyes linger on me, too? The way my multi-colored hair sits on my shoulders,

I want it cut again, I want to cut again.

The way my shirt travels just a bit up, leaving much to the imagination.

Compared to sunshine, I find myself hollow of light.

I give and I give and I give, but I miss having you take.

The things I'd do to have you in my life again.

You keep your head down, I keep my head up.

Do you sense what I sense, or am I lost in the sea of sand?

Delusional, hallucinatory, craving something that I have an abundance of.

Craving you, in its wake.

I long for your arms around me again.

The warmth, sweetness you provided me.

Faux, artificial, disgusting and allergenic

But sweet regardless.

Do not be mistaken, every display is reflection of who I am

Who I've always wanted to be.

But it would be nice, to share that sincerity with you.

If that's what you longed for.

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