Sitting there alone, well not alone he had his pacifier
His swaddle
His tylenol

Cans lined next to his chair, slumped
I look to my father past the addiction and reachout for his love
I used to never see this cushion of his because I was the child

Now I see how numb he is
How lost and unloved he felt

Neglected
He was neglected by everyone he loved
Including me

His family gave him his shovel
And he knew what to do

He dug his grave
And when his family resented him for it he lay down in it
A piece of him dying in that pit

The cloak of adulthood had fallen off him as soon as he turned 18
Becoming an adult made him a child

This poison of family killed him
So he drowned them out
He is gone

You are my favorite person, I admit while intoxicated. We were sharing things we both hadn't shared with someone before and you admit it too.

We jump in fast to the relationship spending almost every hour together over that vacation and I wished it would never end

but it did

I flew too close to the sun smothering you because that's all I ever wanted and never received

you were my everything because you liked me too, or so I thought

you were my favorite person, and i was far from yours

I would take your punches and blame myself for them again
everything my favorite person did I loved

then you broke me, I wanted to leave but couldn't
because I would no longer have a favorite person

so you left and the fourth word of the phrase changed

you were my least favorite person

my feelings were the least of your concerns yours were the top of mine

you are my least favorite person

I hadn't actually been alone before
i always had someone either by my side or in my mind
and now it's just me

I'm supposed to be healing but all i can do is hurt myself more

drowning out me with me

i wish i could help you

but i know that the demons were with you far before me

why is it every time I get something I want it's exactly what I don't need?