Chapter three

She became all the monsters

That I thought

Live under my bed

When I was a kid.

-And she was supposed to protect me from them.

My mother taught me

Emotion, makes us vulnerable.

She wants me to express my feelings

As if that would restrain her from using them against me

But I have unlearned silence, and she looks at me with fear

This is what you made me, it’s your blood

That is running through my veins

You think we are so different

But we have engraved the impact on one another

We are one

Even if that is the last thing

Both of us would ever admit

But how was she supposed to know

That she couldn’t love me

The second i started needing her to