and i am never coming back

two years ago
you walked away from everything we knew;
i followed
because i trusted you.

i was left bruised and bloodied
with a snatch snatched up like menthol cigarettes,
like a pack of addiction free for the taking;
so he took it.
(it was free, after all)

mother, i ran and
i should have kept running
away from you and all the shit you put me through because
even though you brought me into this world
you looked the other way when
i tried to take myself out
but now i want out
out of this house and as far from you as i can get.

if a rottweiler can nurse bunnies back to health and
a gorilla can protect a human child,
why can’t you?