i still recall all the times
i was better off with you driving
and me in the back seat
than when you'd ask me to sit next to you
in the passenger seat
and how many times did you accidently burn me
before i realized you were putting your ciggartte out on me
on purpose
i was only seven when i saw my skin molt off me like wax
i was only seven before i saw in you
what i would come to see in all the people from then on
this inner hostilty
this wicked heart
that i would see so often
in almost everyone
and maybe from that point
being seven
and realzing all the other mother's and dad's i knew
never did to their kids what you would do
maybe that made them worse
maybe i hated them more than i hated you
because they only reminded me more
of what i would never experience
maybe it is why i will always love you.
