About **** by Kathryn Fitzpatrick

my relationship with you was my first failed love affair
a desperate heart reaching out for a scrap of affection
your pain isn’t something that i’m able to bear
but i look in the mirror and still see it’s reflection

i wish i could climb back into your womb
birth me again and this time i’ll do it right
my childhood bedroom also served as my tomb
you crucified me at dinner, but played peter every night

you always ask what the fuck is wrong with me
it’s past medical, but you know it’s something hereditary
born with a hurt inside, those before us knew to flee
running from the pain that made your bed my cemetery