Two simple life forms carried back in a cardboard box.
All they expected was love. To be taken care of. And in return you get the most valuable thing on earth - unconditional love.
I remember feeding them, sometimes even in the middle of the night. I remember giving them baths and how troublesome i thought it was. I remember trying to suppress my worry whenever they wailed and i was trying to sleep. I remember how they scratched me, leaving scars. I remember spanking them, hugging them, regretting over ever neglecting them. Yet in the end, the love in their shining eyes never changed.
And today, they're up to my knee.
TT got hurt today. She's limping now. She still barrels into me. She still smiles like everything's okay. I hugged her. I never wanted to let go.
How could you, stand there and argue?
How could you, only comment on how im getting my clothes dirty?
And how could you, say that it should be death.
Why is there only anger, condemnation?
Where is the worry.
Fuck you.
How could you, only comment on how im getting my clothes dirty?
And how could you, say that it should be death.
Why is there only anger, condemnation?
Where is the worry.
Fuck you.
It's not her fault, for sleeping under the car.
It's not his fault, for bringing them home.
Is it my fault, for not being there?
Then tell me whose fault it is, that my eyes are red-rimmed now?
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