Despite your refusal to acknowledge this,
Our relationship has been forever changed.
You may attempt to ignore the bruised past,
But it determines how the future is arranged.
When you again, sob down the phone to me,
I feel a bizarre emotion begin to arise.
No longer one of anger and disappointment,
More one that is bored of your cries.
As my mother you should demand respect,
You wallow in self pity, you beg for my attention,
You expect my full forgiveness, and ask for my corrections.
You are unable to function "adequately"
And I feel perhaps I should have more sympathy,
But I face this task with immense difficulty,
As i think of my future without you, so positively.
This year, I love you more than last year,
Not quite as much as a few years before that,
But surely not as much as next year.
Our love is complicated, but conquers most.
From where I stand it's simple,
I will love you forever and a day.
But until you drop that bottle,
To you, I have nothing left to say.
Expect nothing, Prepare for anything.