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I meet a boy who gave my hope in my adolescent days
A few months passed and we eloped
Although he ended up treating me like a joke
A year went by and our daughter arrived
being a mom isnt easy
being a student isnt easy
but i love it so it makes it easy
i wouldnt change it for the wolrd
did i mention being single
living on my own doesnt make that easy
Metastasizing in my grandfather was the horrific monster
The monster that has fought relentlessly to win mercilessly
Its grotesque figure has combatted many
From my granddad, to mother, to me
I could scoop you out, tear the shit you say and, rip you out my life.
I have no consistency of what you mean.
What value you hold in my life in unknown , but a piece of me lives on due to you.
Love, what a word
Not the lust in which people love
But the Trust in which is a must
Trust that no one will leave you behind
the moment you realize you are love itself
Surrounding people around you
Ali, I don’t spend much time with you
and I don’t cuddle enough.
I do unendingly work.
And sit at my desk.
And maybe, once in a while
slide in for a kiss
when you nudge at my legs.
A little background information: This poem is about my son's "father," who was a liar and a cheater.
My mouth is dry
And uh-
I haven’t pissed in days
For which I’ incapable
Really got too much on the brain
The excess water in my system
Look how it all rise
Spreading out to my face
