Poetry dump.

kindling for our flames. (a poem for Dabi)

To my father:
The day I died was the day i needed you most
You mourn my passing but did nothing to soothe my cries
The smell of sulfur filled my nose
As you ignored my screams for help
I worked day and night to please you
4 words, were they really that hard?
"I'm proud of you" is all I wanted to hear
I wanted to feel loved, to feel confident
I wanted you to notice me
To hear me
But you were selfish
Always wanting more.

To the golden child:
You didn't ask to be born
You didn't ask to be forced into that role
You didn't deserve the abuse
The torture
I heard your cries while i was forced to stand by
You deserved none of this,
But after all you're his masterpiece
My replacement
I resent you
You got him to step up
To pay attention
While we were all thrown to the side
It's not your fault
And you don't deserve my hate
But I can't help but hate you.

To my brother,
You were my best friend
My shoulder to cry on
You delt with my burns and cries
You were just a few years younger
But i looked up to you
You did so well
You remembered me
You saw me
I know you did your best
And i love you for that
I wish i could meet your girl
Share embarrassing stories of our youth
I wish i could be your best man
I wish i could've stepped up to be the big brother that you deserved
I'm sorry

To my sister:
You're just like mom
The peacekeeper
You kept us in line, and always had a smile.
I know you're hurting, and i couldn't see that
And even now, you're still taking care of people
You've come so far from where you started
I truly love you so much
You deserved a better brother
A better family
I'm so sorry, i love you

To my mother:
You went through so much pain
I know you're hurting
You did some unforgivable things
And you're not completely innocent
But you went through more than most can imagine
By the time the golden child was born
You were already wearing thin
I wouldn't blame you if you ran
I don't resent you for the things you did
I know you were doing your best
Trying to survive
We all were.
You had to bare it for so many years
You survived
Through the pain, blood and tears.
You soothed us
You saw us
You heard us
I love you so much.

To my family:
Though i resent you, I don't hate you
I want to come home
To feel your embrace
I'm afraid that it's too late for that
I have done unspeakable things
Joined criminals
My face is on screens
But finally
I got your attention father.
As we both take shallow breaths
On the brink of death
But you finally saw me
You hear me now
Only I'm afraid, it's too late
4 words could've saved this all
But now we're just kindling for our own flames.