Son

there’s nothing more i want than to be your son than to be loved and cared for, like i’m one i pretend it doesn’t bother me but i always get excited, giddy the moment you want to watch a movie with me and when you don’t immediately reach for your drink there’s nothing more i want than to be your son for you to call me “my boy” why can’t i be your boy? your oldest boy there’s nothing more i want than to leave my past behind we don’t need to keep looking back we don’t live there anymore we’re different now and i’ll grow and i’ll change and i’ll keep wanting cause i know that i’ll never ever be- i’m always in the past to you, at least always the little girl with a head full of curls that faded to blonde in the sun always the youngest daughter and never your oldest son