my father promised me a trip around the world as a little girl,
but he left before it was complete,
then you found me barefoot on the road, walking home,
so, you decided to take me instead.
broken bandit, broken pavement, right down the alley of the Holocene,
find me your heart deep in the dirt,
we'll have a picnic of the empathy it grows.
my father destroyed me, token girl with token breath,
always depending on the atmosphere of the room to throne me,
declare me queen of emotions so shallow,
I was hollow.
you found me, deeper within myself than I have ever been,
you broke berries on my palm that grew on vines in my mind,
you broke pears off my ribcage, drank water from my mouth,
dipped your hands in my hair and left me goose bumped.
my father promised the little girl I once knew a woman,
but I couldn't recognize his promise from my own,
then you came.
