I know you never meant
to make me broken;
I know you would have
kept me from falling apart
if you only knew how.
But the ones before you
left you broken too:
they were never
there for you either.
I always thought you
didn’t want me,
that you wanted a son
or none at all.
But I now know
that is not the case~
you’ve always loved me
although you didn’t know me.
I just have a hard time
forgiving you for leaving us,
forgetting that despite
your physical presence,
an absence was felt.
Will you hold me now?
Will you mend the cracks
of my fractured past,
the holes in my
permeable heart?
Or leave me broken
like they left you?