Father said he'd come back.
156 [months] have passed
and I'm waiting with my hope
intact.

Father said he'd come back.
He's 4748 [days] late
and I start to harbor hate
in my chest as I try to lay
his memory to rest.

Father said he'd come back.
Its been a little over 113956 [hours]
and my heart has grown a little sour.
I can't forget him he's a coward.
A ****** who was only brave enough to plant a
seed in my mother and her love managed to bloom a flower.

Mother gave birth
to a kid that's now a brother
different from all the others
a stupid teenage *******
who everyone wanted to smother.

Now to make it harder
He says he misses his father
and he says he's all emotional.
His eyes start to water.

Hope is dead.
He no longer wants to meet him.
All the time that's passed has
worn his patience thin.

Father said he'd come back.
He's tired and the idea of a
father is something he's never seen.
It's gets kind of ridiculous
when the [years] I've waited for
him adds up to thirteen.

Sleep with my eyes open.
Hearing the redundant
crack as my heart is broken
and keep it submerged in tears
to truly know it's choking.

Losing life
before my eyes
I send my ***** to the sky
and hope to never love until
the day I die.

Admitting riddance
to take care of my heart’s
disappearance.

No one else's love to chase
while ice grows in a particular shape and
formed a cold faux heart to take its place.

Stares grow colder.
False heart gets older.
Mentality changes as
he finally lets go of the boulder
residing on his shoulder.

Family doesn't need him.
If he succeeds they'll need him.
Talk about how they never [leaved] him
and as truth resides in your eyes you
correct, and say [left].

You hear their lies in every single letter that is spoken, but where were they when your heart was broken, where were they when your innocence was stolen. Which one of you helped me look for it? Which one helped me find my dad. Who told me to just forget him. Who told me to just ignore it. None of you taught me to write, but you all wish to take credit and I won't let it happen.

I'm angry release endorphins.
Ignore every family member
until they see me become an orphan.

Hold back all the frozen tears.
They want me gone I overhear
and so I pack it all up.
Leave with no regret.

Family said they'd never
Leave, but I'm the one
who left.

You can break my heart without even speaking

A single-spaced sigh at just the right time from you

can shatter my insides

And you've always been right on time




You used to fix it all just by tapping your feet beside me

But you've left me humming to myself for a while now...

And it's quite the broken rhythm without you

Hey baby,

I've been standing in the rain

And there's an umbrella collecting dust

Beneath your veins

Jumping and swinging
Rolling about
Laughing and singing
Inside and out

Colors and sparkles
Shiny new shoes
Sugar and sprinkles
Ice cream too!

Snuggles and breath
And sweet little smiles
These are the treasures
In the eyes of a child

mapped your cheekbones, delicate eyelids, tender lips with my dreams- all too desperate
inked my desires on your palms and thighs ,craving the touch of a lover in the midnight haze
painted acrylic on your ankles, rose trellis trailing to your toes,
its olive green leaves dotted with crystal clear dews-like breath of a fresh hope
sketched skyscrapers with yellow cabs at dawn, with light citrus sky burning bright like northern lights
slowly, softly kissing you in-between ,tracing our heartbeats with my lips
I was deserted like Nevada roads
cactus's and grainy sand clogging my veins
all too lonely without milestones engraved
then I met you, and that changed everything,
for you, my lover held my dreams and desires,
cupped in palms like a fragile yet determined dove
ready to fly, fixing its wings
you kissed my palm, and flew with me
to greater heights finally free

a darker shade
embraced my shadow
and sew smiles out of my lips that he hung
on my mouth like the red-white bracelets
we give each other
each March
(somewhere far away from here)

I do not write,
I am spilled out on a page
like that time I got drunk on an empty soul
and vomited behind a dozen loves
on dog-****** snow

I am faulty
for I am an inhalation of the wind
and for

I fell from

love

into him

the tip of my fingers itch
and my eyelashes quiver like images of leaves
in water

Why did he decide
to make me part of his dream?

Why did I decide that these lines
are written for him?