I'm the chain fallen loose
from my father's truck
as he drives at night,
chasing him home from
..."business."
My father is Lake Michigan
in January--cold and restles.
I'm the bystander of a shootout
between my family.
My father is a carpenter
painting my goldenness
gray. He's the voice
in my head, and I am
...worthless.
A Boy never had the chance
to break my heart, because
my father already had.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
I'm the chain fallen loose
from my father's truck
as he drives at night,
chasing him home from
..."business."
My father is Lake Michigan
in January--cold and restles.
I'm the bystander of a shootout
between my family.
My father is a carpenter
painting my goldenness
gray. He's the voice
in my head, and I am
...worthless.
A Boy never had the chance
to break my heart, because
my father already had.