dear you

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [victoria]

Part One

You pick at healed emotional scars.
You make fun of the bullied.
You throw away friends like common trash for kicks.
You put on clothes that barely fit. Just because
You can. I actually thought
You was cool because you gave
No f***s. Sneaking around
To make a few bucks.
Kicked out the house then pregnant—
Both fatherless. How did you make it? Adoption
You went. 18 years later…
Wow, we’re here.

Part Two

How can I help you when I’m helpless too?
Can’t be your backbone, I hope
We’re still cool.
Well I was young so I acted like
A fool. You acting shocked
like this stuff is brand new.
I gave you clothes
And kept you fed.
I’ve even gave you my last dollar
And made up your bed.
Hate that I didn’t see you
Grow into a man. I remember
You made weird noises into the fan.
I’m sorry, now I’m here.

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