you used to be papi to him,
used to be a fucking role model
until your drunkenness returned home with you
on late nights
i lost some respect for you,
but mami always believed.
when mami passed, you were still papi.
you brought along a whore
that smoked as much as she breathed
and invaded privacy,
she lost all my respect that day.
you started yelling,
calling him retarded trash
that was useless, he
learned to put up with it, learned to
breathe despite the weights on his chest
you became Arnold to him
and he learned to distance himself from you.

when you spat on him he
lost all respect, drunken driving
and sleeping around becoming
a cruel duo of a hobby that made him
want to take his own life -
and he did try -
but he failed, earning himself
a high instead.

mami wouldn’t be proud of him.

when you insulted his love for someone
you became a stranger to him,
his gaze fused with glares everytime
it focused on you,
and he learned to hate you.

he grew to hate you.