Mom, I am a mess Part 1

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When I was eighteen
I went to mom to confess
Mom, I’m a mess
All I do is think of men
Dream of two or three at a time
From Sunup till forever
Staying on my knees never getting up
I’m going to amputate my feet
Donate them to an amputee
Not one to be wasteful
Hope this doesn’t make you sick mom

Called his father who answered just to scream
Don’t call me shit
Then the familiar sound of the phone hitting the ground
Starts laughing cause this happens every time he calls
Six hundred spent on replacements
His mother goes to interrupt he cuts her off
Mom, there’s more
I’m addicted to ***
To the point, I have seen everyone

Now I watch straight and my stomach turns seeing the girl
Would’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want you to be like dad
You’re all I got
But I have been busting nuts for years
One day, and his bad
But I almost ***** the mailman
But saved by the bell came on and Rohan is my favorite
Hope I haven’t let you down
I hope you still love me
I hope… she cuts him off

With a long strong embrace
Few tears falling down her face
Love whoever you want
Be with anyone you choose
I’ll always want what I always wanted for you
Just to be happy
You have never disappointed me
Until now.

Love whoever you want, there are no boundaries. The dividing lines are created by those who fear the fear of true love. 🙂

This was the first part, the rest is yet to come…. ❀

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