Begging Her To Stay

I want her to stay,

How I long for winter snow to never melt.

I beg her tires to fall from the axles,

To keep her near.

To cage a bird,

Who has never sang before me,

Yet I can’t help but question,

What if she were to sing?

I long for a mother’s embrace,

And tremble at its absence.

Her words fall bittersweet,

Melodies arranged in sour tones.

Telling me of our alikeness,

Makes the flowers in my ribcage bloom with pride,

As she simultaneously picks these,

Greed glowing from her ghastly eyes.

But I want her to stay,

I beg for her love, a dusty shelf that’s always been empty..

She steals my trophies and accomplishments,

Calling them her own, making me her reflection.

Distance offers salvation from her,

But my heart crumbles; its foundations weren’t quite complete.

I want her to stay,

Beg her to stay,

But it’s best if she goes.

A mother who cannot love,

Isn’t really a mother at all.