Tending to my wounds, with graceI put my own hand on my heart, instead of yoursYou remember, the picture we tookof your handon my heart
Your hand had..
It's been a monthI'm still cryingit burnsit achesI had therapy todayshe told me to let the waves of pain hitlet them wash over meand to stop associati..
I once told you that I had broken eyesI was referring to my bodymy body. of which we spoke so muchso intimatelyof which I allowed you to tasteand seea..
Finally cut the last proverbial umbilical cord that is still being on your fathers cell phone plan at the age of 32 with the following farewell letter..