repeat

I’m sorry I cannot quiet your mind
like the lies screaming from the
box before your bed.
I’m sorry the channel flipping
silences your past
while my face wakes up
the past you never wanted.
I only wanted to be heard
and you wanted to be alone.
Who do I choose to care for?
You or me?
People ask me if I want children.
I’ve already raised myself,
And cannot repeat the process.
I’m not angry. Or Bitter.
I find power in independence.
I just wish I didn’t have to.

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