The first time I gathered up enough courage
To tell my father his sons name
He looked at me
I watched his mouth move
"It'll be hard for me to let go" He says
He says
He says
He says
Like that would grab the dying name from Hell
And drag it back up again
But it doesn't
And he's disappointed
"You'll always be my little girl" He says
And my throat dries
And my heart dies
And my eyes shut tight
Like that would shield me from the sword
He stabbed into my very being
But it doesn't
And I'm disappointed
The first time I gathered up enough hate
To rip my body into little shards
He looked at me
I watched his mouth smile
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
The first time I gathered up enough courage
To tell my father his sons name
He looked at me
I watched his mouth move
"It'll be hard for me to let go" He says
He says
He says
He says
Like that would grab the dying name from Hell
And drag it back up again
But it doesn't
And he's disappointed
"You'll always be my little girl" He says
And my throat dries
And my heart dies
And my eyes shut tight
Like that would shield me from the sword
He stabbed into my very being
But it doesn't
And I'm disappointed
The first time I gathered up enough hate
To rip my body into little shards
He looked at me
I watched his mouth smile
Coming out to my dad did not go well lets just say that much
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