You say you understand.
That it's okay but you've seen these tears before.
Was I saddened by his abuse or the love that surfaced from it?
I had compassion, he had a soul.
I realized his soul was mine, the way he clings to me.
Maybe in a past life he was my child and I was an unfit mother.
Incapable of loving for I was never introduced to it.
I have a hard time of loving myself, but it's numb I'm so used to it.
How every relationship unfolds it gruesomeness.
I was told I was meant to be alone, I cried for a bit.
But I lived many lives now
I understood what it meant.