Dear mother,
The very thing that distinguishes us both is that I wouldn't hesitate to love you in every lifetime but you wouldnt even love me in this one.
And although I gave you my flesh and bones I know I cannot love you into loving me.
So there you are overflowing with my love and here I am pleading for a droplet of yours or whatever I could salvage.
But there must come a time where you recognize that to grieve someone, hurts a lot less than forcing them to be a part of you.
And I know I should not beg for love, but just once I wanted someone to be afraid of losing me.
Thats all.
I am sorry I am not enough. But I am enough for me.
Bossique
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Wrote it on 2/15/22