Love

I was never gonna to be.
your blue eyed baby boy
never gonna be
that perfect bundle of joy
never gonna be
your doll, your toy
I had too many edges
too loud and too large
too much to say
too clever by far
You were,
nose bleeds
rosary beads
love yous
and fuck yous too
days of pain
days of rain
bleeding, bruises
a hundred uses
for a rolling pin
a frying pan
brush handles
and flying candles.
I was out, dirty
too shirty
always too early
human but barely
too late. easy to hate
cursed from above.
Too hard to love.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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