For you.

I miss you.
and those days, way back when
we loved;
free and boundless.
And tears simply just were tears.
As the years passed
there were a few
complications/obstacles/adolescence
and nothing felt right any longer.
Tears had reason-
rage, frustration, longing, loneliness
which seemed to be all I knew.
Boundaries were made and crossed,
weaving a tangled web.
And I'm caught
right in the center.
And suddenly,
you just stopped caring.
Stopped loving, lost your motherly intuition,
stopped smiling
at me.
Contant boiling point, constant temper
and no time.
I would hate to see
what life will do to me
in the future.
Despite the electric black clouded storm
that has formed between us,
despite the bruises, despite those hurtful words,
despite those restless nights after seemingly endless fights,
despite everything we have become,
I still love you, the real you,
and want, probably more than anything,
for you to feel the same way.
I know you're still in there, mommy.
Please
come out.