When your mom looks at you and says "Thank God you didn't end up with that girl." (Me).
Remember all the things you did to me. Look at her straight in the eyes. Shift the privileged view she's only ever had of you (godly perfection) to reality. Hope she believes you're human and make mistakes (really big unforgivable ones that result in a lifetime of repercussions).
Reply with a genuinely remorseful heart, "Thank God she didn't end up with me."
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
