jameslovesyou
Bluelighter
when i wouldn't come willingly
she would chase me around the house
and around that kitchen island
swinging the biggest leather belt she could find
and sometimes that wasn't quite enough
so she would turn it around and swing the buckle
and sometimes it would hit me in the head
but EVERYTIME it ended with
go to your room and think about what you've done
and i DID go to my room
but
all i could think about was what she had done
and how wrong it was
and how it would feel
to twist a blade into her chest
as i grew older
i kept the visits to minimum
a safe distance for twenty five years
trying
to maintain that i could never
forgive her for the pain
or him who did nothing to stop it
she has grown old now
crying often at
mistakes
regretting
betting on a dream that wasn't even hers
and now when i look into those eyes once despised
all i see...
is a sad old woman
who needs a kiss
on the cheek.
she would chase me around the house
and around that kitchen island
swinging the biggest leather belt she could find
and sometimes that wasn't quite enough
so she would turn it around and swing the buckle
and sometimes it would hit me in the head
but EVERYTIME it ended with
go to your room and think about what you've done
and i DID go to my room
but
all i could think about was what she had done
and how wrong it was
and how it would feel
to twist a blade into her chest
as i grew older
i kept the visits to minimum
a safe distance for twenty five years
trying
to maintain that i could never
forgive her for the pain
or him who did nothing to stop it
she has grown old now
crying often at
mistakes
regretting
betting on a dream that wasn't even hers
and now when i look into those eyes once despised
all i see...
is a sad old woman
who needs a kiss
on the cheek.
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