The deepest cuts

You pushed me from pillar-to-post
which became painful,
after a while
As I only wanted to be close to you

I craved your approval
In silence,
to have recognition; an awareness
of me.
But I sobbed loudly on the inside

...continuously.

On ‘sports-day’ had you have ben there,
It would have helped me with convincing
you of my achievement of winning
the ‘long jump’ event

..but who was at loss?

I saved up all my pocket money
and bought you a box
of ‘Black Magic’ chocolates; a small
token, which felt like love to me,
only to be thrown back at me.
Referring the name, as a cursed message.
instead of the reality; of my intention.
I nearly bought ‘All Gold’

..shame to ironic splinters!

You always said the police
would take me away,
even though I had not done anything wrong
which confused my boundaries

Did that make me sweet and innocent?

...maybe

So many memories of learning to
love and be loved as a child
I guess that’s why I find it difficult
to know what love is
and if I actually trust it worth.
But I will do my best

Or,

Maybe be proud of least learning
such profanity