This oblivious state you live in, Must be fucking glorious.
It is with the utmost respect, I ask you, please Fuck off.
Coy sweet smile, joyful laughter, warm hands...
Please, please, please...fuck the fuck off.
I wish you happiness and babies SO many babies.. I wish you irresponsibility as they grow to a point in which you can't handle. They will force you to be a father, She will force you to hate yourself. ...
Flipping thru the memory rolodex I'm looking for it.. That moment, that incremental moment, When I turned. Turned from happiness for others. My broken heart, My sudden awareness of life With no children. The Mac truck hitting me hard.
And I see them, Happy. Young. Time is theirs. And I hate them.
This is deep, deep, deep. Forgiveness isn't forthcoming. Yet.