4/4/2017 "day 4"
"Used to?
Isn't being a father permenent?
What, did she die?"
Yes.
Tragic accident
I prefer not to talk about it.
"I'm sorry..."
I'm better now,
it's been four years
She gave me lots of poetry to write
Gave me lots of happiness
when She was mine.
"She'll always be yours."
No.
Okay she didn't die.
She's still out there
somewhere
but she's not mine.
I fell in love
with a nerdy irish woman
We were both fifteen
When I said her one year old daughter
Wasn't gonna scare me away
I was in the trenches love.
"That's powerful
To love someone so much
That you are willing to raise a baby at fifteen."
At fifteen
I didn't even know what love was,
not when I met her anyway.
I was in lust.
I was blinded by a beautiful woman
who was so pretty
I didn't care what baggage she had.
I was willing to risk my life
to spend it with her.
"That's what love is."
No. That's not love.
Love is waking up to someone
staring at you
from over the edge of your bedsheets
Because that's as tall
as they can get in their tippy toes
Love is Mashed potatoes
on your nose
giggling at toppled over snowmen.
Love is not just
putting a bandage on a boo boo,
but knowing someone has always
and will forever kiss and bandage
every single boo boo
"So You can never love someone
like you love a child."
Well, You might.
But I'm broken
Always nuture or abandon
Usually both
While I wander around
praying for a ******
to pop.
"do you really want another child?"
Yes. I am ready.
I have wandered four years
with no purpose of life
other than to provide
for my own baby
I need one,
can't you understand?
"Can you even support a child?"
I could make it work, find a sitter.
No... I can't even feed myself
regularly. ..
There's no way I could
support a family
when I am as sick as I've been.
"who was the real father?"
You all ******* ask that.
She wouldn't tell me okay?
Slept around,
never asked for names.
"But she must have told someone."
she lied to the government.
It was a pack of men
who ***** her.
Wearing masks.
Never got a dna test,
never got ANY testing
Do you think I know?
"I do."
look. It's the only gift
I have left to offer that little girl.
I will not tell a single soul.
It was someone her mother loved very much.
Someone she would never be able to love
without being judged.
someone who must be buried
beneath old corpses
Hidden at the bottom of every bottle
carried on her shoulders
until the day she dies
And even then if she is very lucky
he will never know it's his.
She looked him dead in the eyes and lied.
she was dead in the eyes and lied
she is dead in everyones eyes
because she lied
she can't drink enough to forget
That her family regrets her
And no matter how many
strangers she *****
She can't make up for the ones
she lied about in the beginning
back when he was
the only one to touch her
She compensates
to unravel the web with her body
But the silk is woven so thick now.
as thick as it is
it still won't keep her baby warm.
