She was a child of 15
when she had a child of her own...

For so long I’ve lifted you up,
and you 4 years younger than I...

I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...

Sun glows through curtains,
coffee is bitter heaven...

A flower petal princess,
adrift in the current...

You can hum your praises,
cry your sins...

Bloody, plum colored
digits...

Excuse
after lie...

I was a poisonous friend in my youth.
I lacked boundaries...

It’s like the space my uterus was
is filled with confusion...

I want your pupils to fill with warm 8:30 PM...
I wish to hear what you need to fix...

To be seen through,
clearly and concisely...