I fell in love with my mother’s son,
But I didn’t know she’d adopt him,
A few days after I brought him home.
I didn’t know he’d always come home,
Not for me but for my mother’s family,
I didn’t know I’d have to give up my love,
After they baptized him as my brother.
He made them happy, and I wasn’t selfish,
I couldn’t take that from them, so I gave him up.
She was my therapist before she was my mother,
But every therapy session I had with her,
Every ghost I battled in my head that I told her about,
She’d always tell him, and they’d laugh it out,
Like friends catching up they’d discuss my demons,
Making assumptions, breaking down my insecurities,
I didn’t know I’d someday have to make a choice,
If not for me but for my sanity, I had to make it.
I always loved our interactions with my mother’s son,
But then we no longer interacted coz I was scared,
With all, he learned from the mother we shared,
It was obvious he’d never make an effort,
Who would, when they knew every tiny detail,
From their mother’s conversations anyway.
I fell in love with my mother’s son,
And my heart paid the price.
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