I want to leave this town.
I want to fall asleep in love and know that I’ll wake up there again in the morning
Over and over again.
I want to be everything they were to comfortable to try and be.
I want to look in the mirror and see the woman I created instead of the child they forgot to raise.
I want to have a daughter who won’t have to catch the overflow of trauma in her cup.
I want to have son who’s father’s shadow isn’t a warning sign.
And I don’t want to feel guilty about any of it.
Most of all I want to for give them for being all that they knew how to be.
