Mother and Daughter

It all comes crashing down.

It hits you anew all over again.

You come home one night to true brokenness.

You walk it and see her with an empty bottle of fine Italian wine.

You run to her and curl up in her lap.

You reassure her that she is strong.

That crying is okay.

That she's the best she can be.

That a drunk text at nine at night is not worth it.

He thinks you're weak.

A fragile petal that could crumple.

He's wrong.

You are the rose.

You are true beauty with a defense mechanism.

You have thorns that protect you.

And I'll tell you this over and over,

As we hold onto one another sobbing.

I tell you I've sworn off men for a while.

It's a lie because in twenty four hours he'll contact me.

He'll complain about his relationship problems and crush me.

He has found a friend in me.

Now I wish you would pass me the fine Italian wine.

How do we almost love someone that doesn't even notice our existence?

How do we care for the people that hurt us?

I can't figure it out so we'll curl into one another for a little while longer,

Try forgetting about the present for another hour or two.