This morning
Mother
Oh how I hate this existence that birthed your narcissism,
My stuck in a loop with it,
And all of the special men that moved me.
I cursed the milk you fed me
I am still unsure you ever nursed me
But I sure looked for that affection from all the men that held me
This reality has been crumbling for a while now
I just wish I find the exist button
To release myself once and for all
I keep spiraling in and out,
One end has hope of healing and breaking them toxic patterns
One end takes me deeper in the rabbit hole
I keep expanding and shrinking
So does my heart and mind
And this achy body
Which keeps craving physical affection like an infant
I keep waiting on the men to mother me
And I keep mothering all those who dare love me
What else is there after all that has been said and done
But a never healing mother wound
Curse this reality
Curse this realm
God have mercy
Hear me out
SOS