The
Hand that Rocks the Cradle

Part
1

Do
you dare to come a little closer?

Can
you bare to look me in the face?

What
is it about me that makes you leave?

I
do not know how to feel about it.

I
practice thinking the hole is gone,

but
the ache returns and grows in your calculated absence.

I
cry tears I promised I would not show.

But
I don’t think you notice

And
would care even less.

I
need you, but

I
can not pain myself long enough to tell you

I
want you in my life.

You
snatched love’s warm embrace from me as I was falling from grace.

I
know I disappoint you.

Does
it help you to know I hate me, too?