Being here,
with you there
is killing me
No drink special,
No positive thought,
No drug changes
the fact that a piece
of my life is literally
(figuratively)
missing
The love we shared,
your mother and I,
burned away in the
early morning hours
just like Bukowski said
I didn't understand what he meant
when I heard him say it, but with
every drink I'm starting to understand
how, but not why
And why is why we're here
isn't it?
I never wanted children,
but when I held you for
the first time wrapped
in a blue blanket with the
sun shining through the window
and landing on your untouched
cheeks for the first time
all I wanted was you. All I wanted
was to hold all eight pounds of
you forever in my arms
I never wanted to let you go,
I never wanted to leave,
She told me she would bring
you back and life would be
complete
and so I drove back home,
but knew Home wasn't where
I was going
We would take matching family
pictures, and she would paint
and I would come home from
work with a paycheck the world
promised with a college degree
But that's not what happened.
And I'm sorry for everything,
Bad sons make terrible fathers,
but mine was the best I could
ask for
and I'm still trying to live
up to his standards for you
and it's hard because he
worked and worked
stopped writing,
stopped drinking
for me and it kills me
to think I'll never be like
him, no, it kills me
because I'll never be as close
to being God as he was,
as he is,
as he will be remembered
Alpha, Omega, never
Beta, just a better man
than I am with the strength
to hold a family together
Stronger than my mortal heart,
Stronger than whatever lurks
in the dark
I've fallen prey to my demons
and killed my angels in ways
I hope you'll never learn,
people ask how you're doing
and when the last time I saw
you was and what I wanted to
show and tell you
and my heart breaks, and my life
escapes in timed gasps between my
lips and I can only answer
in blood drips on the floor,
and words fueled by weakness
and insecurity,
and if I could still believe
in God and send a prayer
I would ask that he would read
these words
you can't see yet
and whisper them into your ear,
so that with every heartbeat
you have an answer for why we're
here,
You have an answer for reckless
actions of love fueled by youth
So you can understand that love,
while it may not be always eternal,
still means something long after
the carcass has decayed in the sun
Your mother and I,
were in love once and we
charged the stars like we were
their power source
One day, when you read these words
please don't hate her,
please don't hate me,
We only wanted what was best
for you, and somehow that got
transcribed as you being there
and me being here
with a full glass of
alcohol,
questions,
love
for you.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Being here,
with you there
is killing me
No drink special,
No positive thought,
No drug changes
the fact that a piece
of my life is literally
(figuratively)
missing
The love we shared,
your mother and I,
burned away in the
early morning hours
just like Bukowski said
I didn't understand what he meant
when I heard him say it, but with
every drink I'm starting to understand
how, but not why
And why is why we're here
isn't it?
I never wanted children,
but when I held you for
the first time wrapped
in a blue blanket with the
sun shining through the window
and landing on your untouched
cheeks for the first time
all I wanted was you. All I wanted
was to hold all eight pounds of
you forever in my arms
I never wanted to let you go,
I never wanted to leave,
She told me she would bring
you back and life would be
complete
and so I drove back home,
but knew Home wasn't where
I was going
We would take matching family
pictures, and she would paint
and I would come home from
work with a paycheck the world
promised with a college degree
But that's not what happened.
And I'm sorry for everything,
Bad sons make terrible fathers,
but mine was the best I could
ask for
and I'm still trying to live
up to his standards for you
and it's hard because he
worked and worked
stopped writing,
stopped drinking
for me and it kills me
to think I'll never be like
him, no, it kills me
because I'll never be as close
to being God as he was,
as he is,
as he will be remembered
Alpha, Omega, never
Beta, just a better man
than I am with the strength
to hold a family together
Stronger than my mortal heart,
Stronger than whatever lurks
in the dark
I've fallen prey to my demons
and killed my angels in ways
I hope you'll never learn,
people ask how you're doing
and when the last time I saw
you was and what I wanted to
show and tell you
and my heart breaks, and my life
escapes in timed gasps between my
lips and I can only answer
in blood drips on the floor,
and words fueled by weakness
and insecurity,
and if I could still believe
in God and send a prayer
I would ask that he would read
these words
you can't see yet
and whisper them into your ear,
so that with every heartbeat
you have an answer for why we're
here,
You have an answer for reckless
actions of love fueled by youth
So you can understand that love,
while it may not be always eternal,
still means something long after
the carcass has decayed in the sun
Your mother and I,
were in love once and we
charged the stars like we were
their power source
One day, when you read these words
please don't hate her,
please don't hate me,
We only wanted what was best
for you, and somehow that got
transcribed as you being there
and me being here
with a full glass of
alcohol,
questions,
love
for you.
