It Haunts me.

It's the pain that never goes away.

I remember being a child

Laying on a couch, weeping into my mother.

It never felt like she really cared to touch me.

What kind of child should be dealing with that much anxiety?

I really don't know how to explain the pain of mourning a human that's still alive.

I've done it twice.

Have you ever had to ask your mother if the man in your life was your father?

Have you ever had to trust that he could be, to be left brokenhearted and disappointed?

I've done it twice.

It haunts me.

The actions of my mother.

I can see the devil in people's eyes

I could see it in my ex

Like I saw it in that his eyes

And I will never buy certain cutting boards

because I know what kind of marks they left

The worse part.

Is the mark.

You left on my heart

When you just stood there.

And I took it.

It haunts me.

The actions of my mother.