Did you hear?

Now turn away.
I can only stand to look once,
upon her who bore me, forsaken,
for the grander false glories,
of a simple life of getting ahead.
Mothers can be replaced like old bread,
till you find the one true statue.
But mother, did you hear?
I said, I love you, when my keeper,
screamed and yelled, like high class shit.
She does not judge me so coldly,
when I'm not your little puppet.
I said I loved her.

Kiss me once.
I can only say goodbye but once.
Don't breath on me with words,
for what I'm going to in the end.
What was the hardest part?
Letting go of your dreams of me?
The most aweful part is what I've heard,
behind unprotected closed doors.
But mother, did you hear?
I said, I love you, when my keeper,
screamed and yelled, like high class shit.
She does not judge me so coldly,
when I'm not your little puppet.
I said I loved her.