How much would it mean to you if I grabbed a crowbar
And pried open my skin, wrenched my ribs back and showed you every
Thumping, beating, quick succeeding chamber of my living heart?
Would you skip the track and say, “That’s nice.”
Or would you maybe listen once or twice?
It may not be your style and that is cool, I can’t expect you
To see this as your child, but understand, from what I’ve been through
The pained contractions, progress by fractions, labored pushing, then it’s here
And I can hear that tiny chorus cry
Listen, don’t you think he’s got my eyes
It’s not for you. Now, that is a lie.
It’s all for you, so what if I wait
With baited breath
For you to say you liked it and it’s good
It’s uncomfortable, I know that I’ve said more than I should
And I’m responsible, I feel a bit like Luna Lovegood
I’ll keep trying, you keep spying and I’ll keep handing you the key
But mainly ‘cause I cannot turn it off
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