never supposed to be

i don’t recall the photographs
we took when we younger
a travesty of our time
forgetfulness of when we cried
your sister always shied away
from our continuing antics
we’d walk the city streets
trying to pick fights
with the leftovers at night
come home with bruises
to make out in candlelight
lock the door until morning
when i’d make my daring escape
as your step-father came roaring
after me at first sight
he’d curse my name until noon
take out his anger on you
a regret i’ve come to accept
holding you as you wept
if i was better, i’d have never left


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