It’s not your fault I didn’t
Turn out the way
That you had hoped
You gave birth to me
Sometimes that’s just
The way the story goes
You don’t have to
Want to be close to me
You don’t have to want
To own any part of me
There doesn’t have to
Be any kind of us
All the parts of me
That are insouciantly
Annoying you can fade
All the parts of me
You wished were
Different in some way
Can go away
My soul cries only
Because we also
Share the same skin
The same skin although
We are of broken kin
The same bones although
We are of broken home
The same blood although
We are of broken love
It’s not your fault I didn’t
Turn out the way
That you had hoped
You planted your seed
In a soil that bleeds
Of radiant love
I am at home in myself
Although I have
No home to speak of
© GÄ
Poétique 