Sweet baby cradled until she shuts her eyesHold her before I become the bad guy
Gun shot wounds make me an imperfect dad
Darling sweet daughter you are all that I have
Compared to your mother you feel softer
I will teach you that baby lambs are far easier to slaughter
You do not know how it feels when I switch back to me
Hate being a grown man sobbing for forgiveness on my knees
Let me baptize you so I can drown you in the water
You are the only innocence I have to offer to our heavenly father
This God complex it possesses me
I am the body the lord uses to breathe
I am the sinner living amongst the chosen
Immune to brittle bones being broken
Pull your shoulder from its socket
Make it click right back into place like the picture of my mother in a locket
Destroy the evidence until I forget
I am scared to sleep in my own bed
So, I crawl into yours with just my boxers
And change your perception of monsters
I love you so forgive me because I will only say it twice
Until I become the sting in your knife
Until I become your experimentation with drugs
Your fear when it comes to love
And I will pour myself into every one of your partners
Baby you must accept the fate of a martyr
I want to be the shotgun that scratches the back of your throat
The breath you lose when you ask to be choked
The bliss of death you ask to be close to
But never the ending of which you run to
Always and I mean always be afraid
Remember me in the pulls of your braids
Remember me when you kiss your blades
And how it will never feel the same
As when it was someone else that caused the pain
So, forget who I am and call me by my first name
I am not your dad I am your fucking hell
And I do not give a shit if you kill yourself
Go ahead and bleed out see if I care
If you will not be my bitch, then I do not want you there
Stupid woman I hope you are haunted by sentences of three
Hope making love makes you bleed
And I hope you know it is due to my sins
Because I had inhabited a body, I had no business being in
You are not my child just easy prey
Think I care whether you are gay?
Wish I pulled hard enough to rip the hair from your skull
My words were sharp my hits were dull
Worthless that is all that you are
And I have long written my name in each one of your scars
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...