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Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

I allowed the world deceive me
into listening to the words that never mattered.

Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

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Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

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Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

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Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

talking about my mother

how I remember her

bits and pieces, tiny snippets

and part of how it hurt

 

I have few distinct memories

of times with her and me

a number of her abusing me

to get in on the action

 

a few of her stuck in her past

a few of stupid ideas

a few of her getting hurt

one of her fighting spirit

 

I remember her in hospital

dad said that mum was sick

said that we couldn't see her

that she wasn't better yet

 

the day that she came home

I ran and hugged her legs

except she didn't remember me

that mummy needed space

 

that mummy wasn't better

the treatment didn't work

she became a housewife

she wasn't my mum anymore

 

we walked to school and home again

she eventually remembered me

though she wasn't my mother anymore

not how she used to be

 

she did as she was told

she didn't have a voice

she denied the abuse

she eventually got involved

 

two parts of her were fighting

the one that remembered me

remembered that I cared for her

and who she was to me

 

then the one that hurt me

was involved in what was done

the one that didn't care for me

I didn't like that one

 

@Appleblossom 

Re: Roses are red, violets are blue, here's a poetry thread, from me to you! (TW)

@avant-garde 

 

Not many words.

 

Yes, sometimes the person splits. I guess we have big words like structural dissociation….

 

my mother only ever walked me to school the first time, we were in a new place. We moved a lot. When I, or siblings were attacked, in one way or another, she was not capable of showing interest, or concern, let alone taking protective action. 

 

just gently bently.