that life is full of choices
Sometimes, good or bad,
hard or easy, we make the right choices.
When I told my mom,
she cried and cursed my choices.
Then she softened and
thanked me for honoring my child.
She and Scott argued,
talked and finally agreed to offer haven
as long as I finished school.
Chase likewise promised to care for
us, work two jobs if need
be. It gave me even more to love
him for, but I sent him off
to USC. As my baby grew, mother love
replaced romantic love,
almost diminished love
for the monster. I tried
to quit, but my need was so deep
I did slip once or twice.
One tiny snort was all it took
to satisfy desire so
deep it snatched my breath away.
But don’t worry.
I swear it was only a time or two.
You won’t tell,
will you?
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I Won’t Bore You
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