Abuser

I pray that your sons never end up like you
A loser, going from job to job 3 years from 32
You touched me, and now you claim I lied
Though you admitted it as I cried

I remember being 12, 11, 10
My brain gaslighting me again
I couldn’t trust any men for years
While you smoked weed and shotgunned beers

I’m not a liar
But you’re sure as hell an abuser
You’re a faker, a hater
And a loser

I pray that you never hurt someone like you hurt me
I was only 12, you were almost 23
Your sons look just like you
They’ll have bright futures, skies so blue

I’m not a liar
Pickers can’t be choosers
I’m not a liar
But you’re sure as hell an abuser