you derail me
your presence ails me
makes me wanna sail away
go on a getaway
cuz you can't see
your impact on me
and even when you try
the next time you still make me cry
It's not my job to teach you
to find a way to reach you
I have enough on my plate
I'm healing myself
Raising my daughter
I don't have space for this
emotional slaughter
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Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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