It isn't something you can change,
With words.
You look at me as if,
I could possibly change,
Anything and turn it,
My way.
But you have to know,
I've loved you every single day.
How much I missed that half smile,
Dancing on the edge of your face.
And the sound of your voice,
It's home.
Something they will never know.
And the days turn night,
Summers turn cold,
The world we have shifts,
Until the day you do as you're told.
Addiction like a suction,
Absorbed and concentrated,
You morph into,
Fragments.
In, then out of my door.
I count the moments in between.
The way you yell, and,
Every time I scream,
It's such a beautiful thing.
This sick game of parenting,
You've played onto me.