I will gladly
build you
a new
universe
if you will
kneel
between
my legs
and pull me
out of this one.

  ~mce

I've been trying to make father and dad rhyme
But dad has the essence of holding and never letting go
and father is some one who writes you letters after years of no speaking
Dad is some one who held you when you scraped you knee
And father is someone you only remember seeing once, and it was very cold that day
Dad is some one you talk to
and Father only wrote you one letter and you are 16
Dad is someone who you fight with, but you love him
and father is someone you will never know
Maybe its best that I can't rhyme sentiment and hopelessness
*Present and absent will never coincide with each other
Because my dad is not an antonym
And my father will never be a simile

you said you could hold the sun in your fist
and call nightingales when you were ******
that all the deceptions made it easier to trust
and you could see the stars leaking dust

you pulled out sections of your hair
raked your scalp, saying life was fair
and sank your teeth into my arm
saying it wouldn't cause me any harm

you broke the dish and crowed it fate
sent words forth to muddy the slate
and when I cried and begged for less
you told me I was a reckless mess

you carved up pieces, embraced the floor
told me I should have dreamt of more
I dried my tears and latched the gate
your truth whispered, it's far too late

you were the artist, painting colours on skin
sang words of love, such sweet impeccable sin
and some days I can't find where they end and I begin
despite escaping I still cradle you within.

I cut and slash and rage at your picture. I kindle fire to do great harm in anger. My heart breaks in a thousand pieces and the blood runs red from my wrist. The scars that you can see are not as deep as the ones on the wounds that you cannot see. My heart is cut deeper than my wrist or your picture. Was I not good enough for you, was I not pretty enough. Did not love you enough. What made you turn my passionate love for you into a violent hate that wants to consume me at the same time drives me to long for you to even use me again, for being used by you is better than not being with you at all.