He finds you all alone,
Your dark flesh glistening from the sun,
All the light within you shining through.
He wants every drunken piece of you—
The innocence of fun radiates through,
Not as bright as the dark thoughts of you.
As you run away, he chases you.
The branches of your sacred body break,
But his lust only grew.
His voice echoes—haunting and innocent too.
Only you fell into the hole
Of your own weakness and defeat,
Conveniently created
From his trauma to you.
The victim of captor, from prey to predator—
Your eyes are wide open,
With innocence raining through.
But why did he let his lust get the best of you?
Wrapped in the sharp vines of distortment,
Left empty, tangled in fractured logic.
You find me all alone.

Everyone has parents.
They always mean well right.
Or maybe they weren’t taught to fight.
Because no one ever taught then right.
Through all the aggression and ego.
their younger selves never had room to show.
And the chance to have love to expand.
And without them listening to understand…
It’s a strange way for them to plan.
The cries are too low for them to fear.
So where is the relationship left to go from here?
Slowly fading away through every tear.