Analogies and mama's boys

I'm telling you, you couldn't afford me... you styled yourself with DKNY trying to hide from the "exterior" when you knew she was no good for you, it's like hiding under your carnivore-mother's skirt or asking your dad who is a hunter also a cheat to let you barrow his truck. That same feeling of knowing your roots were always rotten, your stomach simply stoped being so presuasive because you have no guts, no history. The butterflies are dead, how would you tell if your intuitions are right and your decisions trustworthy. I will definitely thank your dad's genes for that, and congratulate your mother for creating the perfect human being who strictly follow the rules, honors his parents, believes in god and eats meat.

You thought love was exported from a remote place, and affection grew on trees, trees that were watered with gifts and crumbs from your last relationship. You ate the last fruit and let it dry to death so stop running for buckets of water you don't own this tree anymore, go carve your name elsewhere... and don't forget to take your swing which you never used by the way.