To Be Loved (January 2, 2016)

A simple request

Is all

I wanted

From you.

And yet

It turned out

I asking

Too much

From you.

As if

I wanted you

To give me

The world and more

With my wish.

Never realizing

How hollow

Your words are

When spoken

To me.

How naïve

And stupid

I have been

To think

You would change

At all.

Knowing

To continue 

Receiving your love.

Would be

An act of suicide

On my part.

As my soul drowns

In silent tears

And frustration.

Wondering

Shall I

Ever find

This wish

Of mine?

Honestly

I don't know

The answer

To that question.


Therisa © 2016

Author Note: This poem is, how my mom has pushed me, away, since I came out to her, as a trans-lesbian. I had to break off contact with her, because she didn't want to be seen, in public, with me. Also, she fears me, as if, I'm a genetic monster, to her. Never mind, the anxiety attacks, I had to cope with, before and after each visit, with her.