love you, hate you.

At times
I love you.
Your bleach blond hair
And dark brown roots.
Your crooked smile
That some would say cigarettes ruined.
The way you laugh when you want to cry.
It's the same thing I do.
But sometimes I hate you.
Your harsh words
That sometimes were directed at me
The plates you threw
That thankfully didn't shattered when they landed next to my baby brother
The way you leave when things get rough
That sometimes has me in tears.
I love you but, I also hate you
Mother.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading

Reviews

[JulianaSun]

The relationship between children and parents is mostly a love-hate relationship. We are bound to love our parents even if sometimes life would be a little brighter if we didn´t. And they are bound to love us too, even if sometimes they feel like strangling us.
Hats down for this poem Daughter of Darkness. You depicted reality extremely well :)

J

[Daughter of Darkness]

Thanks so much. I was actually crying after I wrote this. Lmao. It's not sad but I'm a wreck. But, thank you.