You Walked Away


You walked away from all you loved
You walked away from what was real
You didn't even bother to look back or even try
You put a hole in my heart and took the piece with you.
You say you want me back
But you don't even try
You say you love me.
But you don't even show it.
Your words mean nothing
Your words hurt more than I can explain to you.
I had always loved you
I had always thought of you
I never gave up on you
But now you turn your back and want a pity party.
Now you turn your back and fill my head with empty promises.
You walked away from all you loved
You walked away from what was real
So now I walk away from you.
I walk away from what I once cared for
I walk away from what I once had hoped in.
Goodbye to the mom I never had
Goodbye to the mom I could have had
Goodbye to the mom who said says she tried
Goodbye to you for good.
You put a hole in my heart
An emptyness that can never be filled
That was your job and you walked away.
As I scream and cry in frustration
I ask myself how could you?
Why did you?
was it hard to ask for your love?
was it hard to ask you to care just a little?
Your words are empty to me
Your actions are broken promises that I've heard over and over
And your love was never mine to have
So, goodbye to the mom I never had
Goodbye to the mom I could have had
Goodbye to the mom who says she tried
Goodbye to you for good
Goodbye.
I loved you once
I longed for you once
I cried for you once
I wished for you once
But that was to much for you
Sorry I was such a burden to you
Sorry I wasn't good enough for you
Sorry I didn't keep you sane
So all thats left to say is goodbye.

By:
Naomi J. Lardizabal

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This was written on March12, 2016 When I was going to therapy. This is about my birth mom. I was adopted at the age of 4. I knew my adopted parents since I was 2 years old. I found my birth mom and she had 2 more kids. I grew up with 3 of my half siblings. When I was little, I always dreamed of what it would be like to know my real mom. I had it all in my head. They say curiosity killed the cat. Well curiosity killed my dream of what she would be like, how she would have reacted. I'm not a poet, or know much about poetry. I have a few things I've written and hope to touch someone out there. I watch the poetry videos on FB and it touches me everytime. They are so inspiring.