My Kitchen Sink

Thank you mom

When I was little barely reaching what is today my waist

My mother used to wrap herself around me and say

Leave things better then you found them

This is your world to inspire

So we'd pick up trash at playgrounds

So we'd sweep my grandmothers porch

We'd hide secrets under area rugs

And I think that's what I did with your life

I changed up your clothes

I had you laugh a little louder

Smile a little bigger

I hid your flaws behind the mask you now call your face

And looking into the eyes of the dead

I can't remember the one I once loved

I look into you

And I see all my own faults

Because as I traded your interests for my own

I misinterpreted the fact that I take interest in demons

I have made you a mess

But you were never a surface to clean

And I'm so sorry mom

But I have not inspired a single soul

Instead I have deconstructed the very thing I love most

But at least you're still here to love me

And maybe we can do better on our own