i'm not saying it's your fault, i'm just saying that i was young and you were far too careless
it's just that, well,
for a long time you weren't there.
physically there, sure,
but never fully.
you left me to make my own lunches in grade 2,
stopped caring when i went to bed
or when i woke up
mother, you were consumed,
obsessed with the "mistake"
you'd made with the Make-Up Criminal,
her hollow ribs and gaunt cheeks
and i always knew,
tugged at the hem of your pants,
trying to tell you that
she isn't eating, listen to me, please listen to me
and you never did hear me
until you seemed to realize it yourself
she's on antidepressants now,
probably mix badly with the alcohol
that her breath reeks of at night
but the point is,
you can't try to just
re-insinuate yourself back into my life
you made your choice.
now i'm making mine.