i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about the grass blowing on the beach

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about his hands resting on my hips

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about his hand becoming a fist and digging his knuckles into my hips

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about how i was in a better place and i stopped trying to get away

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about how i didn't scream i just liad there, still, caught somewhere between violence, want and pacification

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about getting up and the sand everywhere kicking a rock and knowing that i've walked this beach a hundred times safe, sometimes with you

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about how it felt, the rain falling on my face and trying to not soil the vacation, our lives again

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

about how i couldn't be any worse and that i needed to get away because i was destroying myself and you

late

drunk

high

i wanted to tell you mom and dad

but i think sometimes i want to be your parent and not ask of you to lay down in the sand with me again

my the breeze in the night feels beautiful right now as I rock back and forth in this room.. i can feel it again like when i was young before i ever knew how to drink or sniff or succumb

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