im homesick for arms that never held me.
she asks me what i want.
what i want?
what ive wanted my whole life.
for her to be my mom.
for hugs and comfort
instead of yelling and screaming.

what i want?
i want to be as loved as my brother even though i'm not perfect.
even though im not cis, or straight, or smart, or amazing, or normal.
i want her to not mean it when she says she hates me.

what i want?
i want to be heard.
i want to be heard even if it doesnt interest her
even if its not about her
even if she doesnt care.

what i want?
i want a mom.