mother, please believe me.
mother, please believe me.
i am trying my hardest,
not only to reach you,
but to hold on.
not only to teach you,
but to hold you.
i wanted to sit with you until my face went pale, mother.
to cling to your hand as a child would,
as if i was still her,
that child you adore.
i see her sometimes. in my face.
that sweet little girl who you could see as the face of nothing but innocence.
stupidity wrinkles my face now, mother.
i am no longer as pure as I thought I was.
did you cry when you watched it happen?
the naiveté slip from my face as the tears did from your eyes.
aging does not affect me, mother, but this.
this sickness. does.
i am sick, mother.
i believe the only cure to be my death, mother.
or maybe it’s just a symptom.
mother, do you still love me?
though my face is older now,
and my personality has changed?
could one ever love a creature to shallow,
with the unique ability to be everything you need
and nothing you want,
all at once?
i only wanted to come home.
mother, please believe me.








