It wasn't a poem. I just spoke out on how I felt.
(plus i like writing like this sometimes don't judge me!)
I spoke to her after she noticed my recent ways.
She asked me what was wrong, I stayed silent.
My little brother overheard me of my fears
when i shoved my face in the pillow earlier.
I suspect he told her...and she spoke to me.
She didn't mean to sound so cold
or to make me think of her disowning me.
She didn't want me to live with my father
who has yet moved on with his life.
We went out to get some froyo
that made me feel better already. sweatdrop
well it's said that if you feel down, just eat ice cream XD
My mom told me to come with her
to go pick up her bf from work.
She said he wanted to talk to me.
I let him speak and not uttered a response.
I told my mother before hand about
how im not ready to accept him yet.
He has helped out a lot
with the rent, and the bills
but, it came by too quickly.
It was too soon for me
to call him 'Dad'.
I already have a father living here
and he didn't move on.
It makes me sad, really.
My mom told me that her bf
was good at telling dreams
on what they meant.
I told them my violent dream I had
for the past few days.
I told them of the hospital
and the child who was named
after the viper of a woman
who hurt him for so long.
How I picked up the scalpel
and cut the baby's face
over and over
until it wasn't recognizable
I mutilated the body
and saw my bloody hands.
I freaked out when I saw
those bloody hands of mine
stained in dark red.
my neck was showing red
leaking its contents.
turned out the scalpel
betrayed me and cut me
in the neck.
(didn't tell him that part)
from what he heard,
i saw tears in his eyes
saying its a good dream.
He told me that despite the fact
i barely even know him,
I would do anything to help him
even slash the woman who
would hurt him for a long a** time.
He told me she was in spain
with another man (no surprise)
And he cut off all ties with her.
My subconscious was telling me
to accept him. To embrace him.
I saw his eyes. There was no
evil content whatsoever.
Only red from the joyful tears
he shed for me. He thanked me
for giving him time to talk to him.
and surprisingly, the feeling
of a mysterious lump
in my throat disappeared.
If i ever move with him
to his house that is far away...
I think I'll be okay.
Love you all.
-Michelle
