Why did you have to change
I find everything you do strange
I miss the way I knew your smell
And how I thought I knew you well
Your memory is at a loss
But its me you chose to toss
I miss the idea of what you were
But it hurts what your silence infers
I'm an abandoned love
But that just makes me go above
And your lack of attention
Just fuels my motivation
I feel that stabbing pain sometimes
But that pain is what inspires my rhymes
Everything you've done and will do
Is you creating your own taboo
I do find my heart wanting to cry
But in my mind I'd rather die
Then give you that satisfaction
Of you causing my reaction
I'll always love you
And I hate that its true
You don't deserve my amity
But rather enternal calamity
In the end I know acting out of spite
is not what is right
Its just hard to grant absolve
When I can't find hope for resolve
*I wrote this about my mother, yes another one, and how I don't know who she is and how her actions and words (or there lack of) are affecting me. I hope that people who read this will realize that your words matter along with your actions. And how not to subject your child as an enemy...because this will happen and its not fair. On a lighter note, Enjoy (:*
