you don’t know me but i know you
your sweet golden smile that lights up the room
even if it is missing a couple teeth
you may not know this, but you slept in my arms
now dented with the memory of your curly q ears
i knew you before you knew you
the way you laughed
the way you cried
the way you loved
you would hold me real tight
whispering “i love you sissy”
as if i was the only thing you had
i...
i never was an early riser
the darkness of night holds a specific comfort
time almost seems to stop
for just one moment
you are completely alone with your real self
free from judgment and stares
free from the locks and torments that is having a conversation
free from the societal standards of a woman in her 20s
and yet hear i am
waking up early to respect my american duty
working two jobs along ...
all i’ve ever wanted
yet, something i’ve never earned
my unbelievably high expectations
just to be let down, as always,
by the bare fucking minimum
you will never own up
to your manipulative, tortuous ways
unseen, unnoticed, unpunished,
i am the child, you are the adult
no consequences for the adults,
no sympathy for “the child”
a deceptive world we live in,
it’s easy to just move on
but that ...