noresoup's ladybird
the last time I cried, it was because my mother could not hear me I'm lucky to be alive and to be lively is to love and forgive and do it over and over again there is no boredom in the cycle. my growing pains persist and my mother sees them best she insists but often misses that there is no point in hiding them I will grow bigger, mother, bigger and fatter and livelier and the world will get small for me my jeans will tear bit by bit at the seams though judgements may come, you might realise I'm all you could have been had your world been lovelier, livelier I'm sorry that that's what it is - to be a mother, to be a daughter to be married, to be unmarried to be you, to be me to be alive, to be livelier. ~ ៷