I didn’t grow up like you did, 
No one taught me to love. 
I guess I can say I deserve this pain, 
For never giving enough. 

The only thing I knew as a child 
Was the sweet scent of weed, 
Knowing that anger and lust, 
Only fuel ones need. 

That love is non-existent, 
And I was always foolish to try. 
The only thing it brought was anguish, 
And so far, they are right. 

They said I’ll never find someone 
That can mend this twisted view. 
I never gave up hope, 
And honestly, I though it was you. 

I never once spoke of children, 
I thought marriage was insane, 
But you showed me how it felt, 
Though I lost it in the shame. 

I know I’m so damn complicated, 
And outside I try to hide. 
But each time I think of you, 
A small piece of me dies.