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Never Sorry


With that look of fear,

tempting glances of distain,

How dare she expect so much?

A warm embrace,

 tender touch,

became so much;

a tiny breath,

little fingers,

tiny toes.

Yes, stare at me with disgust.

I was enough to love,

I was enough to lay with,

I was your' support,

I was your' lust,

Now,

I am just your' regret.

You wanted in my bed,

fake promises of future past,

now that she is here,

your' ambitions waining.

Sperm donor,

Absent parent,

Never Sorry.

 

 

 

 
 
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