And So I Continued Residing There

She let me stay in the place I craved
To reside in for this girl, whose intentions
Were wrong and troublesome towards me.
But she did not know. I did not tell.
This is not the less travelled road;
I'm struggling to make ends meet.
A black cloud clings and pins herself
To my broad shoulders just to make me
Ricochet between her palms
Piercing and cracking my scaffolding.
Mother's plethora of logical thoughts
Fail to comprehend the floating rubble
Inside my hefty brain.
Music rings in my ears to help me fantasize
What I'm supposed to be unraveling.
The death and the dance fraternize with
Each other, but she is deaf.
She flourishes when I'm submissive.
She bends when I'm shattered.
She sees light when dusky shadows
Hang below my personal cloud.
Tantrums thrown at her touches her briefly,
But she resumes the role of a Stepford mother(never that of a wife),
And runs over every single desperation
Of mine, like I'm too young
To wilt like this, vulnerable for a good cause.