You betrayed me. I loved you and you betrayed me. You said you cared for me, but you didn’t. Your love was not true. It was not real. I saw the signs but chose to ignore them; the writing was on the wall but I refused to accept what I already knew. My soul, my inner being, everything in me wanted to trust you; I needed to believe you loved me, but I had to face it. I relented, but the truth refused to leave me Truth stared me in the face when I saw clearly and without any doubt, that not only, had you not loved me, but even more so, you turned on me, you tried to hurt me. I gave of myself to you, I didn’t have much, but I gave you what I had. I gave you love, I gave you affection, I gave you understanding. Some questions still have to be asked, so I ask: Why did you turn on me? Was it the love I gave you? Was it the money I sent you? Was it the understanding I had for you? Was it the affection I showed you? Was it the feelings I poured out to you? Was it the flowers I brought home for you? Was it the belief I had in you? Was it the nights you cried and I consoled you? Was it the confidence I instilled in you? Was it the beauty I saw in you? Was it the way I cared for you?
Category: Poetry
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Dear Mother,
For carrying me in your womb, and for your love. Thank you. I was only three years old when you were taken away from me. I asked God why. I pleaded for a reason. Nights I sat on my bed and cried, fighting to recapture the memories of you and I, or at least a mental picture of your beautiful face, but there were none. Why did you have to go? Even now I ponder this profound question. A bastard child. No mother. No father. I look at old photos of my youth and remember the mental pain no child should have to endure and I cry for that young boy; for that child trying to find his way through the world. I cry for him because no one else will; I shed tears for him because he was lost and had no outlet for his pain. One day he will see them again: his mother and grandmother. The women in his life that he lost, reunited once more. Until then, mom I love you and I need you more than ever. I swear I will never forget you and I will always carry you in my heart. Mom if you can hear me, I love you.
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