His skin was always so baby soft I would sleep next to him when I felt like I was fallen apart We where not attached at birth In fact you couldn't wait to be away from me You severed your life cord I did not nest in your soul I had to leave I didn't try hard enough Perhaps when you where a baby I held you like a gun I'm your trigger Allowing the bullets in my head to erupt I feel so much hatred towards the boy in a mans body
I love my son its hard even when his fists meet my face.