Saturday, July 19, 2008
mummy says she saw her at amk again.
how i wish i was there.
see the pathetic woman with her family.
see her being awkward when we stare at her.
sometimes i wonder if she jumps at the ring of the phone,
wondering who it might be, what the call may be about.
sometimes i wonder if she's afraid one day we might track her down,
and expose her.
most of all,
i wonder if she feels any remorse or guilt.
actually until today,
i have never ever thought of finding ways to get back at her.
maybe it was because i didnt care,
maybe it was because i would rather forget about it.
but from time to time,
ive thought of why should she be let off so easily,
when we're left to clear the shit that she created.
if i could have it my way,
when her son grows up,
when he begins to fully understand things,
i'll let him learn that sometimes,
the ones that you love, the ones that love you,
need not necessarily be the most truthful,
nor the most innocent.
that you may love them with all your heart,
but it takes just one mistake to shatter
that perfect picture you've painted of them.