I was home
I was the little house in the busy neighborhood
With the child who wanted to cry but held it in
I was the uncle that touched too much
I was the insecure boy
Scared of a naked body and what it meant
I was the proud mother who was scared to let you go
I was the suicide note wrote but never sent
I was the late nights with no hope
I was the siblings you couldn't stand
I was the heavy heart with the big tears
I was the home and the memories you wanted to forget
YOU ARE READING
Unremarkable
Random-Snippets of books I may or may not write. -Poems that I wrote in the middle of the night. -I won't specify if it's a book part or poem. -Each chapter is another bit unless specified.