You give me stress headaches and you're not even
my boyfriend,
my brother,
or my son.
You give me anger headaches because you're
someone's brother,
Someone's boyfriend,
Someone's son.
You were not my personal responsibility.
Nothing that you are reflects on me
but it pains me to know
that even though you have
all these people,
you still don't want to be good for them.
Like you were never good for me
when you were
my boyfriend
a boy's brother
your mother's son.