Mother May I

disaster
is what i plan to be
bring, serve on a platter
it was you mother
who suggested
this conjured little game
in the whispers
between your manipulative
pleas
and here comes
an updated version
of what you'll never have
expected from me
her, us


Derive a formula
called "she loves me"
and an opposing theory
occurs, "she loves me not"

It was a tragedy for a year
or more,
and then I became numbed
to the pain and the occurance
of gain that emerged
whilst I tried to avoid
what was obviously so