As I write this poem to you for mothers day just...
Just me and you for eternity...

What happen to those days we use to speak
I told you everything...

On the roof
Looking up at the sky...

Some women came into my life
Disguised as my friend...

I don't understand us humans.
Why are we programmed this way...

I yearn to connect with the demons within
even if there's more than one...

Sleepless nights came more regularly than I could...
Confusion was my norm. Indecisiveness became...

Truth is hard or cold
It could be good or bad...

Overthink
Over feel...

People ask for something better
constantly asking for always and forever...

Grieving of the tragedy of losing myself
Exposing my self worth...

Im feeling generous
So Ima give you the truth...