Don’t Worry, ‘Mom’

Don't worry, mom.

You'll regret this shit someday,

I'm sure of it.

You're gonna wonder why you ever screamed about the dishes left in the dishwasher or the time you grounded me for not sorting the clothes.

You'll regret all the times you left me at home so you could go off to work.

You're gonna miss my smile and the smell of my hair but i'm not gonna miss you.

I'm not gonna miss the tone of your voice when you talk to me.

I'm not gonna regret all the shit we ever fought about- that's on you.

Instead, I'm gonna long for what could have been.

What could've been us.

Mother and child

The bond

We never had and never will.

You made sure of that, didn't you?

You made sure of that countless times over just so you could-

Could what?

I don't know.

I don't fuckin' know.

But i DO know this isn't on me.

And i DO know you're gonna miss me when i'm gone.