Should I stay or should I go.
Because I don’t know how to be.
In that moment when you don’t give me a choice.
When I fear your body, your hands, your palms.
I know its not you anymore, its in my mind, its in the past, its in my past.
I don’t know how to be.
And I see our little boy watching.
One day, he’ll look at you with the same eyes.
And I hope, he knows.
How to be.
Because he has.