She was a match , My other half

She was also poison , The kind you cant get enough of

Her dysfunction mingled with mine in strange ways that broke us both

He was my father, I never thought that would change,
But then things began to rearrange.
I love him still to this day,
I'm just sad to say he wasn't able to stay.
I never thought he would give in,
So when he said yes my mind had begun to spin.

He was my dad, and I thought that meant forever,
He left though, now I don't talk about things just say whatever.
He was the most important to me,
Because I thought he would never think to set me free.
Now he hasn't reached out in awhile,
I've begun to lose my smile.

He's nothing but a stranger now because he's gone,
He left, he even managed to beat the dawn.
I wanted him to be there for me no matter what,
But then he left and the door slowly shut.
I guess I wasn't a good daughter,
Because you just forgot her.

Immersed in the poetry of a busy mind,
Words are forgotten but are not lost.

Tread them lightly,
Piece by piece.

Nothing begins, nothing ends.
These swarming thoughts are clouding.
The train has left,
Perhaps, you should too.

13 days it's taken to be answered,
13 days and it's still going.
13 days and I'm missing him more,
13 days and I'm still hoping.
13 days please answer me,
13 days I want to talk to you,
13 days please can you see?
13 days and I've given up,
13 days I guess it's goodbye,
Because 13 days is too long to wait.

Our connection has always been
missed in a different way
than any website is intended for.
The universe endlessly thwarts
any possibility of our being plural.
I long and I hope.
I pine for more
than noncommittal communication
borne of lust and exhaustion.
Shared sentiments
that can withstand
the reason of daylight.
Ours is a road too often travelled
to places I am growing weary of regretting.
It is littered with potholes and oil slicks
remnants of emergency flares.
Reminders of the misfortune incurred.
I’m finding a new route.
It will be packed dirt dappled with sun,
seething with the hum
of nature and the thrill
of imminent adventure.
Fresh and new.
Free of shame.

I can touch the ashes of the souls
Hard to leave ,bur wind blows
Missed oppurtunity,confused identity
Can you lend me some passion?
Not in blue rose taken as fashion
But in your courage in aberration

are you okay?
have you been able to sleep?

every night I stare at my phone
as it all becomes about you
every day I continue on
just as I did before

you always thought you controlled me
you never believed me when I told you
I stood my own ground

but ill always wish ever night
I could look you in the eyes
and ask you

are you okay?
have you been able to sleep?