Your Pipe

You change your clothes quickly...

You move faster than you come...

i see your scars marked on your chest...

the pipe you call your savior you pouch in your bra...

you barely rest, but when you do you fall hard...

i dont move you, i cover you...

i let you be...

for you let me be a long time ago...

when you chose to not raise me...

Thankful that im not alone, you gave birth to others...

they share what i share the worst on my brothers..

dont worry when your high, dont tell me stories! Dont panic nor cry!

you had a choice and that was clear

that pipe i envy, you always kept him near

your trophy, your purpose in life

to waste it how you will

too weak to let go, if you can not forgive, you can not heal

And surprisingly i love you still

dont let me bury you with the pipe in your hands

A painful diclosure you will be far gone to understand....

By: leslie denise romero