If I was Taylor Swift, This Would Be A Song. But It's Just A Poem.


"Savor every moment,
Your babies won’t keep"
Waking up to the sound
Of little running feet
Over worked and stimulated
Even as the day begins
Pouring bowls of guilt
Touched out and shut in
Everything I ever wanted
Feeling haunted
Feeling down
So lucky for each day of this
I’m pretty sure I’ll drown
Swear my body and my mind
Can’t take any more
Then dreaming up potential names
Of baby number four
Chase around the kitchen
Racing cars on the floor
Dancing to the theme songs
I swear I love you more
Crying in the shower
Losing power
Losing time
Their perfect little faces
Look like his and look like mine
Kiss his face as he dreams
His nose, his chin, his lips
Knowing nothing in the world
Is better than he is

I think I might be useless
Feeling clueless
Feeling mean
Sorry mommy yelled again
At least the house is clean
It’s only been 3 years of this
50 more to go
Rage and guilt and boredom
Failing if it shows
I give them all my time
And my life
And a show
Not sure if I'm good at this
I’ll probably never know.




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