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
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
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.
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