happy father’s day
to the man who stole my soul
you danced with the devil
and held my hand as you did  
forced me to stand on your
unpolished shoes and sway
i sobbed as the song of life mocked me

as the dark skies eat the sun whole
your biggest fears are not the monsters under the bed
they are the tall, dark shadows
that lurk into your adolescent room
to steal your innocence with no permission

you know, they say
there is light at the end of the tunnel
but tell me,
how long must this journey last

you must taste the bitterness
of the fruits you bear

my mind is full of clouds
but they are not the good kind,
no
they are the kind that suffocate me
they taunt me and humiliate me
leave ***** whispers as lovers in public
but these are not sweet whispers
they are lists of why i’d be better gone
i wish i could say what they tell me
but these clouds would devour me whole

i was never hit
but my heart still aches
by your words that were fire
which made me break
i’m left bruised and broken
confused and outspoken

why have you defeated me again

do you regret it?
abusing your soul with a drink
“just one won’t hurt”
isn’t that how you think
one turned into four
then five and six and seven
did you ever stop to think
your next paradise was heaven