a little something i wrote… (pt. 5)

Emotional Limbo

You were my father

You were my son

In your hands mine grew, 

But my hands are still hands,

In my hands you grew,

You were my heart

You didn’t gift me your blood,

But, I knew that my body was still flowing without it.

We didn’t share blood,

But you-- we shared heart beats

But it felt different

It just felt right

It felt real.

But, it wasn’t real,

But it wasn’t

You were so young,

I was just so young...

But you were destined to be a father of another.

I don’t think I was meant to be yours

You just didn’t know it yet.

You just didn’t know yet.

You just didn’t understand.

You just couldn’t understand.

But here we are…

…complete strangers

Stuck in emotional limbo...