she falls apart

It is amazing, yet frustrating,
When you can turn the emotion tables at me.

It’s like whenever you’ve upset me—
Just a little, mind you—
And I start expressing my thoughts and feelings,
Somehow, somehow, somehow,
You have some valid reason:

Oh it’s this, Oh it’s that.
Oh, oh, oh.

And every ‘Oh’ hits me, hits my heart,
And I see my pettiness, my anger,
My disappointment.

I feel the need to say:
Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
Oh, so sorry. I’m so mean, I’m so petty.
Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so bad, I’m not good.

That’s not how I picture it in my mind.

Why, why, why do you make me feel this way?

Outside, it’s cold.
The cat mews pitifully.
I’m like he—
Mewing to tug someone’s heart,
To come through the door,
Into your life.

And so, I’ve renewed this domain for another year. Wow. Can’t believe this writing collection of mine has been around for almost two years

* Note that this is a haiku

Mother, talk to me.
I need you so very much.
Why are you silent?

Written by Anne

Haiku: A japanese verse form, consisting of 17 syllables altogether in a 5-7-5 pattern. Usually written about nature.