I.
You held my face between your palms
I was the baby, the experiment
of my own demise
liquid courage dripping from your lips
and I soaked it up
like every other girl would
should
ii.
I refuse to be with you
in this state of mind
the mind of my father
slurring, with no boundaries
besides the edge of the bed
Your only safety net
against the drunken rage
and your endless hope of
iii.
i am not here
for you

i am leaving
gone
phone me tomorrow
and i will not pick up
This is the
iv.
end
of what you tried to create
me, willing little girl
begging for your attention
against the forces of this world
v.
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm
g o n e

all that i intended
falling to sand
between the cracks of my fingers
pouring through my being
and while we're here
in this state
you can have my


heart
in fragments