The morning sun
was at rise .
goodbye to the night.
waking up to you,
by my side.
He looked like his
heart was broken.
I wondered if
it was because my flight
was departing at five.
was it the thought of me
in another state,
with a different guy?
I carried his body.
Good morning,
my one and only.
He was heavy,heavier .
maybe from the junk we've been indulging
or the weight he carried in him.
"you are heavy,offload some carbs dude"
He spilled a ton,
in a sigh.
"you remind me of my mom
And I don't want to treat you like my dad.
Your worth more than that."
I felt like his mom.
telling him to not eat this and that,
the 'bring along an extra jacket',
I served you soup in bed
when you caught the flu
Or maybe I felt so
much like your mother
because we both drink wine,
and maybe because
we are both sick in the mind.
Or because we lose our temper,
resulting you to sleep outside.
"Your not your dad"
"You don't know my dad,
look at me, I am him."
I knew what I said
You were not your dad,
because even when time passed by
you were going to stick around
and help me raise your son.
"Yes,
the little one has been
around for a month"
"thanks mom,
I speak for the both of us."
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honey coated nightmares
Poetryit tasted like butterflies the ice cubes floating in lemonade . I soaked the sun, making room for the moon. the stars twirled to your voice. Your velvety...
