Let Us Talk (Like Adults)

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You call me
Childish-
My uncertainty
And the fact that I
Depend on and consult
My parents
For a great many number of things.
And perhaps
There is a degree of childishness
In that.
But you claim to be
The adult
Between us?
You
Who bend your will,
Change
Your words
If ever
You hear someone with a differing opinion?
You
Who deny
Ever having felt impassioned about it
At all?
You
Who have shaped your
Whole life plans
Around someone else's definition
Of happiness
And success?
You
Who come to
Me
In tears
Begging for direction,
Validation,
Absolution?
You say my presence
Of late
Has been
Unsatisfactory?
And you do not wish
To be around me
Until I am no longer
"Distant"?
(Forgive me,
For I am fatigued.
I wish to spend my time
With you
Enjoyably
Instead of
Weeks
And weeks
Of you coming to me
Only to complain.
And to decide we are
Through
Visiting
Once you have nothing more to say.
And do you ever ask how I am?)
You claim to be the
Adult
Between us
After sending me these words
Via text
And then dodging me
When I say
We should have a
Face-to-face
Conversation
That there be no misunderstandings between us?
For
By your wording
There are things about me
That bother you
And have done so for some time,
How very adult of you
To never says anything
Until suddenly
You say it all at once
And give me an
Ultimatum.
In truth
Our interactions
Have been skewed for many years
And I think that fault is mine-
I wish nothing more
Than for you
Heart sister
To see me as
A place of rest
Where you may
Unburden yourself
But I have let you
Become dependent
(I am blood, not a therapist)
And in my
Desire
To not cause strife
I have let too many things
Pass.
So let us talk
We can play-
Adults
And perhaps
In the playing
Be something close.

Created: May 07, 2017

Tags: family, drama, poem, poetry, maturity, adult, cousin

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