Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A little too late, maybe

You left me here ... to pick up all of the pieces, to take care of everything, to take care of our child. You actually left us long before you left. You're not even alive now.

And when you returned? You pretended, but you were unsettled. You came with a mission to fulfill what others thought you "should" fulfill. And you took shots at me. You stoned me. You still curse my name. And all I did was provide.

You curse me.

Then, just like that? You left us again. AGAIN. And then again another time, now. How many times? Not any more.

So forgive me for now cursing you. You fuck off for good, from my life, please. You have no idea how you affect so many.

And I hope you eventually step up for your son. But should you fail to do so? I'll pick up the pieces, as I've always done.