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Luna Lynn Jun 2014
so you're dying.

I don't want to believe it,
even though,
I see it.

I see it in the agony of your smile
and how much it hurts you to do so.
I see it in your shortness of breath,
with the weakening of your step;
but the strength has not left.

That blasted leukemia,
why not somebody else?
Someone who doesn't give a ****
about their health.

It's unfair.
Seeing you there.
Chemo after chemo
one transfusion after the next,
your body is giving up,
the ability to heal has dissipated,
although your spirit has illuminated,
****** you gave it your best!
Don't ever stop breathing,
please just take a breath.

Don't ever stop breathing.

Don't.
Ever.
Stop.
(C) Maxwell 2014
I miss the pain of your beard as you rubbed against my face.
I miss your red skin.
I miss the smell of your neck.
I miss your stinky feet.
I miss your thick hair.
I miss your eyes.
I miss your raspy voice.
I didn't think I would miss you this much.
I miss you saying, "good-morning sunshine!" as I woke.
I miss your smile and crooked teeth that accompanied it.
I miss every. little. thing.
Why did you leave?
I want you back.
I want to tell you everything.
I am older and I want to ask you questions I didn't think to ask before.
Your death makes me feel like I wasn't good enough for you.
I want to hug you.
Let's go crazy one more time.
Please.
Months before you died I bought a pair of socks, they said "daddy's girl"
I wanted you to see them.
I thought you would.
You played wolf… I didn't think you were going to die this time.
I miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you.
Why did this happen?
Please come back daddy.
I really miss you.
I love you.
please.

— The End —