My lord,
I decay,
Then I flourish,
I collapse,
Then I sprout out,
Wounds,
Chasms,
split open,
Rupturing,
Overexposing The virtuousness,
Ripping it out of my flesh.
I am in agony,
but I love you.

He is an alert child,
trapped in the predicament of
growing up,
swollen with a forceful,
armed heart,
sinking in an intensifying
neutral panic,
in the middle of innocuous paradise.
Parched,
hungry for tranquility
among a ripe, fruity spring.

This starry, darkened celestial sky
reminds me of how foolish and
errant I used to be next to you.
Hungry for perfection,
terrified to the point of
letting hallucinations prey on me
and devour me partly,
leaving me to consciously stare at
my jagged self like a leftover piece
of an exciting individual.

Dad,
Do you remember me?
I'm the child you raised,
the one you emotionally abandoned,
the little one who used to be afraid at night,
trembling to the point of tears,
the one who used to be mentally distracted
and terrified of the dark that reflected your gaze
. I couldn't run from you for years
I remember one night I escaped
your cruel silhouette,
and it cost me hours of grief
Dad,
do you remember me?
Do you remember how many times
you used to call my name
and I couldn't answer because I was distracted?
Do you remember how many times
I needed a hug but couldn't get one?
I'm still confused.
Why didn't you accept me?
I'm lost like a suicidal child
in the woods.
Could you find me and rescue me
before it is too late?
It's time for you to remember
how precious I am and save me.

Love, Your Daughter

I remained silent
for the sake of holding you
emotionally tighter than you could ever
possibly imagine.
I chose you
a hundred times
until I forgot about
my jaded self
and started to hate it even more,
devouring you romantically.
I had no family;
I never learned how to be loved
unconditionally,
so I adored you
unconditionally.
How could you be so selfish
when I was the meaning of family to you?
You betrayed my feelings
and dragged me to hell,
and I unbelievably adapted for you.
I love you with all my remains
and jagged parts.

Do I really have to completely and painfully forget about us, deeply and frenetically in love, passionately devouring each other?!
Must I abandon my sincere dream of being joyfully and profoundly yours?
How can I escape being so obsessed with all of you? I’m surprised by my own strength, acting as if none of the turmoil around us matters.
I can’t overcome this silence and emotionless moment, but I swear it’s all due to the melancholy inside me.
I’m depressed, yet you’re still the one and only who can drive me crazy.

I’m home again,
alone,
with the same tragedy
that I used to smile through.
With the same cup of coffee prepared,
yet I’ll never drink it.
I’m home,
strong,
yet lonely,
seeking solace through my silence.
I have no expectations for tonight,
except finding joy
in solitude.
In love with the silent moments
of mine.
I’m home.