I’m the ammuntion you fire at eachother

sometimes I wonder
why it is that I can’t sleep
when there is an empty place.
I am just another
in a long line of codependents
I am just another
in a long line of arguments.
my father proposed to my mother
in a Mexican restaurant,
I was a little collection of cells
multiplying and dividing
just like the one inside my sister.
but that one was planed
and therefore,
will never feel like the weak glue
holding her family together.
The wedding band
is just a symbol
for what I created
by my creation
and my fathers catholic upbringing.