Sometimes parents can break your heart too…

in two or three pieces.
They rip all the air out your lungs and shatter your reality.

Dear mama
Dear daddy,

Are my blues too blue for you? Can you see my flowers growing from tear stain cheeks and leftover soil?

Can you see me in the dark with my light blown out? Or is my non-normal different too unworldly for you?

I seek a yellow brick road to clarity. Hoping that maybe we bond like glue for eternal at the end of a long broken road. But it seems out of sight for sometimes you break my heart in two or three pieces.

Leaving me bruised, angry and gates for protection. I can’t repair this, I no handy man. I can’t fix what you don’t see broken.

Maybe it’s best we grow apart. Break up and be swept away, you into oblivious bliss and me, misery and painful’s grip.

Sometimes, parents can break your heart too.

Into two or three pieces.