i step into the shower
wash myself of your sins
i look at the mirror and wonder
when i can see myself againmy girlfriend kisses my cheek
says its really not my fault
but i can't help but wonder
why did you do this to me?will it always be this way?
seeing you in my sleep
will it always be this way?
please, i want to sleepmy mom says i'm her favorite daughter
but if she had another
would i still be her favorite daughter?
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Where Flowers Bloom: Collected Poems About Childhood, Love, and Growing Up
Poetryan attempt at pretentiousness. my poems are meant to be lowercase.