And then
In a single moment
You were the oxygen I breathe
I found it hard to believe
That I might die without your touch
Just your presence and your scent
Was more than enough
But a tiny drop of your love
Could never be too much

God has forgotten to care
God has forgotten that somewhere
Down here
There are children crying into their pillow
Hoping to smother the demons clawing at their eyes
God has forgotten to see that somewhere
There is a girl who has insecurities like wings that fly her into the abyss of loneliness
God had forgotten that his children are knee deep in sorrow and hatred
God has forgotten to care because he is too busy watching friends’ reruns in SpongeBob underwear and an espresso pressed to his lips.
God has forgotten to care that our first instinct is fire
Words in our mouths are like loaded guns pressed to our temple
Acid pours with the rain
Burning the ground
Sodden with footprints of the weary
God has forgotten that people are only people.
When we ask where god is
The answer is “listening to a nirvana mix tape, getting high enough to stomp on the world”
Letting his big toe crush our spirits
And his athlete’s foot is giving us rashes
God doesn’t ******* care
God has forgotten how to.
We are our only hope.
Salvation for ourselves, because god is gone.
He left with Jesus to go to palates
The only way that we will live is to remember to care.

Daddy oh daddy.
Where art thou now
Have your tendons turned to jelly
Has mind gone to dust
I fear that your muscles,
Have begun to rust.
Your nose is bleeding tear drops.
And your eyes hold crust.  

Daddy oh daddy
Are safe in your head
Locked away with your thoughts,
A child brought back from the dead.
But a ghost isn’t a ghost,
Unless the ghost has died.

Daddy oh daddy,
No matter how hard you try.
I am alive.
I am yours.
I came from YOU.  
And there is nothing you can do to fix that.
Not duct tape,
band aids
or glue.
I am yours, just as much as you are mine.
I am your mistake.
You are my pain.

Daddy oh daddy?
Do you feel it when I cry
Can you smell my sorrow
Sense our love, so desert dry
Has it ever troubled your quaint little mind
That when you are off living your life
That maybe your absence has genuinely ******* up mine

Daddy oh Daddy,
Does it worry your heart
That you don’t own a single hand painted picture
to hang on your fridge
Does it hurt you to know that I never asked for this
Can you sleep well knowing that I won’t a wink
Do you ever stop, just for a second to remember
to think
About me
Can you see my pain, behind our eyes

I am a flower
Pedals moving in the night wind.
Leaves falling to the ground.
Kissed by the moon.
Grounded deep in relief.
Roots outstretched.
Yearning to hold onto something.
I am a flower.
Flourishing and growing.
I am soft and sorry.
I am delicate and vulnerable.
I am a flower.
pedals moving in the night wind.

I am not property to be had.
I am a person
a young woman at that.
My **** isn’t a landing strip for your hands.
My ******* aren’t magnets for your eyes
I wasn’t born for your pleasure.
I am not working my way through life
shaking my hips.
my eyelashes will never bat baseballs
in your direction.
I am a young woman,
please respect me and my pride.

Smoke fills your lungs,
like the secret fills the closet.
Doors shut tight.
Nose hair coiled.
Fire burning
at the end of the stick.
Working down to scorch your lips.
Fire on your tongue,
along with the taste of your lover.
Christianity is baffled by your addictions.
Smoke rolling underneath the closet door.
the smoke swirling in your head,
love dancing on your tongue.
Waltzing with the nicotine.
Your secret is holding hands with the smoke.
The smell clings to your clothes
Like the way you cling to him.
You need him,
You need the taste,
The smoke will fill it,
Your lover’s kisses will help it,
You need.
You need.
You need…..to inhale.