I was a delicate flower
Waiting to be picked
And when that day finally came,
I was happy, but only for a moment
I was watered and taken care of
But soon, forgotten
You rose me up just to rip me down
You left me to wilt and to die
Longing for that water you once gave me
Depending on you for my source of life
I strove for that happiness you once provided me with
But I was abandoned,
For a better, much nicer looking rose.

A bond broken,
A family shattered,
A heart in tears,
Another one lost,
It's all I'll ever see,
And all you'll ever be.

It was a long time ago when I met you.

I didn’t know it yet, but I would miss you.

Time passed without a thought, a Dream of how I’d seen you. 

Out of the blue you appeared, without a warning you said “I’m here” 

How to forget the years in which you were not there.

The struggles,the tears and the “I hate you.”

For a young girl without a dad. 
It’s hard. 

So many years have come and gone. 

I’m 22 and here we stand, with the words “I love you” and “he’s your dad.”

So conflicting is how I feel, with a storm brewing in my hair. 

So confused with what to say, you want an answer? but I can’t stay.

I want to hide and just forget. I guess it’s easier that way. 

I don’t want to contemplate. This idea, of a “dad” for so long I’ve forgotten. How it feels to have a “dad”

I’ve given up on this notion, we can be friends at least acquaintances. 

So don’t ask for more. not now. I don’t know what to do with this turbulence.

Language is like a void
Yet concrete is porcelain skin
And chocolate dreams
I listen to shadows
Remembering how frantically the words melted
Sacrificing my tongue for your delicious smile.

In raw shadow I linger
And recall your corduroy voice
Smooth, open, and deep
You make my head throb with poetry
And I ache with delirious desire to dance
Beneath the moon and stars
To the music of the wind and rhythm of the sea.