Bottle Service

To Be your first born girl

I should most definitely mean the world

To be your first born child

You should be there for longer than just a while

To be the one who gave you the title “mom”

It should be apparent as a “parent”

That when I need you when I ask

You don’t push me off

and drift away so fast.

I need you forever

No matter what we go through

Our relationship should only get better.

Don’t tell me about my siblings

And how they felt, and what you did

Must have slipped your mind

That I basically was second to raising those kids.

Now I need you here for me

But you’re leaving

Using every excuse

While bringing up old shit from 2003.

But it’s whatever

… I guess

Like you said, “I’ll get over it”

Yea, you got better things to do

Trying to give me money

To brush off our issues

They’re not going nowhere

Neither am I

I just hope you understand

How much I’m hurt

How much I’ve cried

Before you reach


Thee end of your time.