our ribs are cages,
that guard our hearts from
physical pain
the protect us from getting
our hearts hurt
they also restrict us,
they prevent us from
loving
they prevent us from
letting love in.
maybe that's why daddy
doesn't love,
maybe his ribs are squeezing
his heart to tight,
maybe daddy doesn't have
a heart.
and maybe that's why daddy
broke my ribs
maybe he wanted me
to feel,
maybe he wanted me
to love him,
even though daddy doesn't
love me.
but daddy
don't you know?
I can't love someone
who has no soul.