dark and twisty poet checking in
Would it be easier
if you weren’t alive?
Not that I wish you dead.
Those days are over.
I no longer carry
such malice in my heart.
Instead, ancient grief
tinged with regret
pierces my memories.
I still fight the urge
to call you. Especially
when I do something well.
Does anyone grow up enough
not to want her mother?
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Love this one!
thank you xo
Couplet form works well. Love ending.