Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Other Child, Dear Mom.




You always adored the elusive one.

Because someone in your life taught you 
Love must be chased 
Not freely given. 

His aloofness is more 
Valuable 
Because his affection is 
Withheld. 

Someone in your life taught you that 
Your value is measured 
By the attention you can grasp. 
Not by kindness that is consistent, 
Unwavering. 

You seek 
And struggle 
And grasp for acknowledgement 
From those not interested in yours. 

You take for granted the love you're given 
Because if it's free 
it has no worth. 

Yes. 
Only the love that hurts 
Is the love that holds true value. 

After all
Nothing is free. 

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