as i look to my mother and say:
"the next time he breaks you,
i cant be there to put you back together again
i was only 15 trying to piece you together
now im 16, and ive used all my glue
trying to patch you up
when i am still cracked myself"
she looks at me and mutters
the first words that have truly broken my heart:
"but i love him"
she turns away, and in that moment
i realize
ive lost her
i guess in a way there will always
be a piece of me that'll be waiting for her
to pick me
even if his roots are wrapped so tightly around her
