I watch him cry and sob at those words.
I'll hug him tightly as I try to hold back tears.
I watch him barely touch his food.
I'll keep on calling him dude.
I write his name for him in tiny ink blue.
I'll watch him say he's gonna make it through.
and the thing is, none of you have a clue.
but I don't blame you.
I'll walk down the sidewalk with my father in my mind.
I'll walk down the sidewalk with the image in my mind.
I'll walk down the path with worry and guilt.
I'll walk down the path and think about what's been killed.
I try for him. I try for you. I try for me.
but in the end it'll be a fucked up history.
let the blue ink mesh with the black, because it's too late for it all to come back.
let the red and skin mesh with the tears, because it's too late for you to conquer your fears.
let the stool help you rise above... and watch it slip from under your feet.
let the rope catch you... but don't let it catch your life.
I'll write your name in my letters and books... and I'll make sure to put down each of my father's looks.
because of you here is what I see. but I don't blame you completely.
I wish the better of everyone... including me...
YOU ARE READING
infinity kiss
Poesíaan angel kisses me the way I kiss the devil.. and you are both ♡♡♡♡ I didn't want any of it to stop. I wanted to breathe you in entirely... ♡♡♡♡ another poetry book where it is not in theme and contains love stuff and maybe random stuff and it's kin...