kairosclerosis
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mother
so docile and weak on her children
father
still thinking you are our god
I have lived my life in the extremes
I love them, and I hate them
I thank them, and I know they are guilty of the worst parts of myself
I would sacrifice myself, and would kill them with my hands
mother
so loving and caring
father
so hardworking and familiar
I wish to go
so I can finally love you both
in peace
to feel that love in my bones
not just the guilt of not being a good daughter
when you knew how to love me
but never how to protect my soul
so docile and weak on her children
father
still thinking you are our god
I have lived my life in the extremes
I love them, and I hate them
I thank them, and I know they are guilty of the worst parts of myself
I would sacrifice myself, and would kill them with my hands
mother
so loving and caring
father
so hardworking and familiar
I wish to go
so I can finally love you both
in peace
to feel that love in my bones
not just the guilt of not being a good daughter
when you knew how to love me
but never how to protect my soul