Music is a powerful thing.
     She laid, hoping to sleep.
She had her headphones in.
     The music took her somewhere
No dream could.
The sounds, the lyrics,
      Each flowing directly to he drums,
Took her away from the world
For just long enough
So that she'd feel
Overwhelming joy.

You invited me out
With your best friend.

I rejected because I only
Wanted to hang out
With you.

You stopped texting me.
I assumed you got high.

In return, I got drunk.
I stumbled into the shower,
And the memories flooded
Into my mind.

This is the type of relationship
I fear the most.

I look back.
A dad, a sister, a brother, a mom.
Moving five, seven, no, thirteen times.
A father gone,
A sister to school.
Another stepdad,
No three boyfriends.
Of all, two criminals.

I look back more.
Three, four, school districts.
You promised one final.
Promise not kept.

I’m sixteen.
My first car, breaks.
My second car, breaks.
My third car, Mom breaks.

One, three, four attempts.
Goodnight.

I break; But looking back
It could have been worse.
No dad, no mom;
Just brother and sister.

At least I have three.
Goodnight.

Write one line at a time.
Don't stress.
You'll come back with better ideas.
Or maybe sometimes,
it is best to leave

So far in life,
I've had three moms.
One biological, two honorary.

I've had two dads.
One biological, the other honorary.

To be fair, I love all but one.
All but one have watched
Me soar, and helped find myself.

Each member of my family
But one,
Have shaped me into who I have become.

Yet I can only focus on the one who destroyed me.

******* dad (biological).