Fractured Crystalline Forms

When you spot the distance in the photos, do you regret it?
Or does the fake family filter make you choke inside?
Does it haunt your dreams, twisting them into nagging nightmares like mine?
Do you wish to re-trace the steps I was forced to take alone?
Does our lack of connection taint the apathetic apology you hold inside?

Do you notices the differences between him and I, the hesitation in my affection?
When the echoes of the past reach their chilling crescendo, do you run and seek cover?
Or do you sit and join in with the chorus, like a lying lullaby?
When you see the light leave my eyes, do you question your timing?
When my smile doesn’t crinkle in the corners in your presence, do you doubt your actions then?

When you reflect on the mother you were to him, do you realize you were simultaneously the mother I never had?
Do your failures concerning me crumble your narcissistic narrative?
Did my indignant independenance cast shadows you could not allow?
How could you lay next to him and not question my truthful testimony?

Do you remember where I came from?
Is this resentment I feel from you?
I wonder, when you hear other mothers bragging of their daughters, do I even cross your mind?
Or do you simply swallow me down with the morning coffee?

I have no questions left to ask, but one thing left to leave you with,

They say a mother’s bond is the most sacred thing on earth,
they say a mother will put her life before her child
that protecting her child is just natural instinct

But

I am still waiting for the proof.

-and you’ll tell them it’s my fault.