You focus on your flaws
not knowing
that without them all,
I wouldn't love you.
And every time you rear your ugly head,
I see diamonds
and gold,
Not you getting old.
And those scars
are art,
And your fat
a map,
of where my kids came from.
Your screams like a siren
sing me to sleep.
And your condescending tone
makes me want to **** you,
literally.
Don't pity me.
From your ashy knees,
to hearing you ***
I love you.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
You focus on your flaws
not knowing
that without them all,
I wouldn't love you.
And every time you rear your ugly head,
I see diamonds
and gold,
Not you getting old.
And those scars
are art,
And your fat
a map,
of where my kids came from.
Your screams like a siren
sing me to sleep.
And your condescending tone
makes me want to **** you,
literally.
Don't pity me.
From your ashy knees,
to hearing you ***
I love you.
Daniel David Perez
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