No matter how many times I'm called beautiful
or pretty, of gorgeous, or any other comment,
I will always cry when I hear the name
You try to call me adoringly...
It is dead.
I bury it here
In the words.
I write its tombstone.
he made me notice today
while we were driving home
that i broke the cycle.
he made me realize today
that i am different
and setting myself up for a good life.
he made me go in awe today
that i have become the confident young man
he always wanted me to be.
i broke the cycle of abuse
that was created to make me fail
and i have overcame it so fiercely.
i love you. im a papas boy.
— The End —