The concrete is holding
You up and
Your blonde hair is
Sticking to your head
And your eyes keep closing
Because you're tired
But I know it’s only
So you can pretend I’m not here
Happy birthday, you cried and
You said it like it hurt
And I knew it did because
You never left
The night that he hit you
After you snuck to
The bathroom
To do coke with the girl
You loved more than your
Daughter
That's why
You spit his name into
The ashtray
Trying to put out
The fire
That you didn’t know
Wasn’t ever yours
Because fire needs oxygen
And it’s hard to catch
A breath when you
Died the day he said
He loved you
And you only love
Your son
Because he looks like
The father
Who you buried
In the backyard
Next to the tree
That you over watered
And you thought you
Were taking care of
It but you never
Loved anything enough
To let it grow.