It starts off subtle
a misplaced letter
upside down grammar
but I can read it,
the signs.
I'm sure; the words make my heart play hop scotch
"come live with me" you say
"I love you" is your three worded short story.
I used to have to play along
begging wouldn't help
"it's the law" she would say to me.
That *******;
as you refer to.
"I'm sorry"
"I'm always hear for you"
"I never meant to hurt you"
"I'm sorry"
This is how I know.
This is how I know you've touched the bottle to your lips; staining yourself.
This is when you're hurting me.
"Come live with me" you said -but now you've added more.
"I've always wanted you to come live with me... up with the angels".
Silence
is how I respond.
I know my answer would send you to the ground.
I can no longer take care of the whiskey breathed body I call Daddy