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(30/30 challenge 4/4/2017 "Day 4") Interrogation

4/4/2017 "day 4"

 

"Used to?

Isn't being a father permenent?

What, did she die?"

 

Yes.

Tragic accident

I prefer not to talk about it.

 

"I'm sorry..."

 

I'm better now,

it's been four years

She gave me lots of poetry to write

Gave me lots of happiness

when She was mine.

 

"She'll always be yours."

 

No.

Okay she didn't die.

She's still out there

somewhere

but she's not mine.

I fell in love

with a nerdy irish woman

We were both fifteen

When I said her one year old daughter

Wasn't gonna scare me away

I was in the trenches love.

 

"That's powerful

To love someone so much

That you are willing to raise a baby at fifteen."

 

At fifteen

I didn't even know what love was,

not when I met her anyway.

I was in lust.

I was blinded by a beautiful woman

who was so pretty

I didn't care what baggage she had.

I was willing to risk my life

to spend it with her.

 

"That's what love is."

 

No. That's not love.

Love is waking up to someone

staring at you

from over the edge of your bedsheets

Because that's as tall

as they can get in their tippy toes

Love is Mashed potatoes

on your nose

giggling at toppled over snowmen.

Love is not just

putting a bandage on a boo boo,

but knowing someone has always

and will forever kiss and bandage

every single boo boo

 

"So You can never love someone

like you love a child."

 

Well, You might.

But I'm broken

 

Always nuture or abandon

Usually both

While I wander around

praying for a ******

to pop.

 

"do you really want another child?"

 

Yes. I am ready.

I have wandered four years

with no purpose of life

other than to provide

for my own baby

I need one,

can't you understand?

 

"Can you even support a child?"

 

I could make it work, find a sitter.

 

No... I can't even feed myself

regularly. ..

There's no way I could

support a family

when I am as sick as I've been.

 

"who was the real father?"

 

You all ******* ask that.

 

She wouldn't tell me okay?

Slept around,

never asked for names.

 

"But she must have told someone."

 

she lied to the government.

It was a pack of men

who ***** her.

Wearing masks.

Never got a dna test,

never got ANY testing

Do you think I know?

 

"I do."

 

look. It's the only gift

I have left to offer that little girl.

I will not tell a single soul.

It was someone her mother loved very much.

Someone she would never be able to love

without being judged.

someone who must be buried

beneath old corpses

Hidden at the bottom of every bottle

carried on her shoulders

until the day she dies

And even then if she is very lucky

he will never know it's his.

She looked him dead in the eyes and lied.

she was dead in the eyes and lied

she is dead in everyones eyes

because she lied

she can't drink enough to forget

That her family regrets her

And no matter how many

strangers she *****

She can't make up for the ones

she lied about in the beginning

back when he was

the only one to touch her

She compensates

to unravel the web with her body

But the silk is woven so thick now.

as thick as it is

 

it still won't keep her baby warm.

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