By: Erika Hulett
Oh little boy, playing at being grown!... is it lonely at home, when you wake alone?
Your pathetic show of care, with those sweet eyes that burn... If only you could burn with them.
Oh little boy, making me small to feel all grown, Is it cold in hell in an empty bed?
Not all love has to hurt, it’s not a dare to create!
Oh little boy, walking in dark, pretending to thrive... When was the last time you didn’t hide?
Oh little boy, ruled by desire... isolating of fear of everything that shines. Pretending to feel, while an asshole you are.
Oh little boy, needing to play heart games to feel great about yourself... when inside you are, begging for love That never wanted you back.
Oh little boy, look at the time— Forty is too old to blame mommy for crimes.
Oh little boy… ranking me down to feel on top, Dragging me low to pretend you are grown...
Oh little boy, making me small to feel tall, Is it cold in hell when you wake with no calls?
You walk in the dark, pretend that you thrive, But when was the last time you felt truly alive?
Oh little boy, ruled by desire... Oh little boy, dimmed by your fright of the fire, pretending to be buried when you left me to die. Pretending to win while you’re lonely inside.
Oh little boy, sorry I lied, hope the next doesn't fake outright.
Oh little boy, blocked me because you couldn’t grow. Go back to your Nordic dream, And may the wolf that guides you Live in the shame of your will.
Oh little boy... Be pathetic on your own.
Oh little boy... your hollowed-out pride, the mask you can’t hide.
Good bye little boy, with this poem I set myself free
