Crinkles.

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I refused to accept the idea of death for you.

I pushed it in the back of my mind saying "I've got time"

But now as I look at your pictures I'm realizing eventually I won't be able to make the same excuse.

I see the tiredness in your eyes.
The Crinkles in the corners.

I'm scared momma.

I'm so scared to lose you.

Our relationships has been so rocky and I hate it.

It's not completely your fault. I promise it's not.

You're a product of your past the same way I am.

I CANT hate you for what it's made you do.

I am but a small version of you.

You molded me from your trauma.

I see why u resent me with your love.

I resent you the same.

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