Poem For T

God has sent me on a mission to love myself more than you ever could. Because I know myself better than you could read me.

 And I hope that one of these days you miss me and need me.

 I hope he gives you an opportunity to see just how much you lost. 

That losing me comes at a cost.

And I’m grateful that he didn’t allow us to intertwine our lives together because I can’t relive that pain. 

I hope I never see you again.

 I hope that you feel your skin crawl where are used to touch you. 

I hope you fall madly in love with a beautiful woman that hates your dog.

And you know that my manifestation is real.

I understand the appeal.

What I say will come true. 

I hope she leaves you and finds better than you. And when you’re alone you’ll remember what he said. “ I am the owner of your bed.”

And every Spanish song will sound sad to you. Your side of town will be sad for you.

 And you’ll see just how much I did.

 And when you come looking for me I’ll be off the grid. 

Like many before, you will have been forgotten. Because I paid close attention from father to son, what he taught him.