I tried to write you a poem,
But all I could think about were your eyes
Give me a minute
I need to enjoy the view

Hands trembling
Knees shaking
Close to vomiting
Sweat pouring
Pavement pounding
Getting further
My destination is set to victory
Heart is about to explode
Let it
I've never felt this alive

Don't let your dreams die
That's where the child you hides
Not afraid
Not alone
Thriving
Still playing in the grass
With a smile on your face
The sun warming your skin
You don't need a heaven
When you have just 12 seconds of
Perfection

I want to spend rainy Saturday mornings with you
On my couch underneath the blankets we just slept in
Sipping freshly brewed coffee, the vapors wafting over you skin
Leaning our heads against the couch
Looking into each others eyes using only the light of the lamp
Finding beauty in messy hair
As we do everything we possibly can
To leave the world
For a moment
Let's take down the clocks

There were wounds covering the small of my back
Where you stabbed me time and time again
I handed you trust
Watched you dice it like onions
The fumes exhausting my tear ducts
Doing everything I can from letting them flow

The knife is on the ground
Rusted and tired
Those wounds have scared over
I know now what I didn't know then
That trust is not to be catered
It is to be earned
You've exhausted your rations
It'll be difficult to watch you hunger for the taste of my trust,
but I am stronger now than I was yesterday
That, I can thank you for

I signed my life away
A week ago today
I took a pledge to be a warrior
To serve my country with pride
I am proud of this
I need not your approval to be the man I wish to be
For I will be my own
Traveling my own path
Finding my own me
I have finished the part of my life to try to impress you
To try and make you proud
I am done expecting you to be there for me
The cracks are too easy to fall through
I hope one day you will wake up from this slumber
We will talk about our lives while we fish for lost time
The bobbers on our lines dancing on the water like ballerinas
The man I am becoming
Ignoring the child inside
Screaming and pounding
For my daddy

I'm eager
For the day
That my eyes
Look up at me
Calling me
'Daddy'