I don't say goodbye anymore

A woman born from the projects of vegas she thrived utilizing her mind. Teaching herself spanish, working her way into a office job from no degree. Taking on two kids who weren't hers, she was a hero before an icaurus. Infamous could be a better descriptor.

Perhaps I'm from a distant planet, where it rains glass at night. Alien to no other existence, people bind themselves by their experiences. Tortured spirits torture. Pots and pans boil over. Marriages can end, abandoned stockholm syndrome leaves you defeated. These problems seem pure when one's inebriated. Sometimes that high is enough to keep you afloat.

You can romanticize life until you're on a boat. Feet tied to bricks on a rope. Pills being the pope. You can devote your life as a fucking joke. Cremating creativity. Turning pregnancy into negligence. A lie in being dead to me; and truly being dead. A zombie in your sons head. Who remembers the lines to get bread and never getting out of bed. More than your face.

It's always easy not to remember the effort that's left. The energy that sticks around even after death. The routine more frequent than a breath; the guilt I have in my chest. I know you did your best. It was a sickness that ate you till there was nothing left. Yet as a kid that's all deaf. I'm still a kid who's trying his best.