hyped up on amphetamines
I see flashes of his hands coming
down on her each and every strike
harder than the next
                                                            ­                                you stupid ****
mimicking the moves we form
our own version of the waltz
playing this dangerous game almost
every night not knowing when to stop
we take things too far but its okay
                                                            ­                                 it's okay, I swear
I am my own mom and you are my dad
your powdered face and beady eyes
nose bleeding you ask why I love you
I cant answer and it's your turn
it's always your turn but I don't mind
because I love you I will always
let you go first if you want