Arus' Poetry

Mother, these tears I shed root from our suffering.
You told me once these lessons were meant to make me tougher.
If I could kiss death, maybe all of this could be over.
But what about Father? I know he worked hard to be sober.
He said I would understand once I got older.
It’s been years now, and all I’ve learned
is that I am a toxic lover.

Truthfully, it’s my biggest shame.
I won’t account for it, I’ll lie to everyone’s face.
I do magic — watch me.
I can easily hide my pain.

I set the blame
to the both of you.
For teaching me that love must always end
with a maimed heart.