Hand that Rocks the Cradle
you dare to come a little closer?
you bare to look me in the face?
is it about me that makes you leave?
do not know how to feel about it.
practice thinking the hole is gone,
the ache returns and grows in your calculated absence.
cry tears I promised I would not show.
I don’t think you notice
would care even less.
need you, but
can not pain myself long enough to tell you
want you in my life.
snatched love’s warm embrace from me as I was falling from grace.
know I disappoint you.
it help you to know I hate me, too?