Maybe, just maybe, after you thought it over, you will, take me back into your arms, and, hold me tightly, and tell me, that everything’s gonna be, okay? Despite how my life is now, torn apart, by the two of you, god DAMN adult counterparts!
And maybe, just maybe, you can, love me, like my real mom? As, my dad had, remarried you, and, had some kids with you, and I’m, feelin’, kinda, left out in the cold, so maybe, you can, see me as, one of your own children, and love me just like you love them, so I won’t, be orphaned???
Maybe, maybe this, is ALL a dream, maybe, they didn’t get divorced, instead, they’d, kept this BROKEN marriage of theirs together, with that no-longer-elastic super glue (after all, everything WEARS off after the wear and tears of time???), and then, one day, somewhere, in the F-U-T-U-R-E, something will happen, to BRING this whole over 10,000 pieces of the puzzle down?
Maybe, I’ll, have you (no I won’t!!! because, why the F*** would I want to, have this already DEAD daughter of mine?), so I can, pass the ABUSE I’d endured through for the last, oh, dunno, OVER forty-FIVE years of life I’d lived (not really, but, if you add it all up, I’d, reached OVER TWO hundred years by now???).
Maybe? There’s NO maybe, because, maybe is that window, that Wendy FINALLY SEALED up, as she’d, slowly, come to her senses, that Peter Pan will NEVER, EVER grow up, and, she Q-U-I-T!!!