All mothers hate me

I fall in love and am shunned 

Then their husbands die

Sleep visits in morning 

After nightmares stress and screams

So I cannot run

Sergio

He must learn respect

Anger, screams, destruction -hate

I am his mirror 

I don't get his head

Like he wants to lose money

Now that I can stand

Nothing is posting it's pissing me off

Am I less poet/

Since time is saturated/

Now that I live well?

Monday nights are weird/

A bittersweet, cycled blur/

With love at both ends