as the liquor crawls down your throat the phrase I love you is drunkenly forced out
fatherly compassion that only surfaces when the alcohol has engulfed your body
submerged so deeply in a drink that love is just another meaningless word
a silly phrase that slips off of your tongue with the sharp taste of whiskey
too intoxicated to hear the crack in my voice
when i tell you that I love you more
more than your addiction
more than myself
but my words are tossed into the trash
clinking with empty bottles
colliding with conversations you don’t recall
memories of an absent father that loosely maneuver through my conscience
I have to compete with a $58 bottle of bourbon
but you seem to love being numb more than raising your daughter
it’s alright dad
i’ll carry the both of us out of this mess
maybe one day when you wake up you’ll thank me for it
but for now, I love you and I can spare enough love for the both of us
I should’ve jumped when the ball-point pen across the room started scribbling
scratching the surface of a worn down notepad
hovering over it, I saw my name
in bolded letters I read the word ALONE
how dare a mystery writer reach into my soul
ripping out my deepest feeling
addressing it like you would the day’s weather
I would’ve complained, if there were anyone to hear me speak
the invisible critic marked another word
AFRAID
my hand connected with the paper as an arrow pointed to my destroyed nail beds
I guess the analysis wasn’t wrong as I drew back my shaky hands
i’ve dreamed of death countless times
oh how i wish to not have woken up in the last moments before my demise
the sweet seconds before a forever peace are whispering to me
taunting me to stumble into deaths eternal embrace
i told you i loved the night we spent together
i wish i could have captured the grin you wore
so proud of the terrible things you did to me
how i love that smile
the same lips that grazed my skin not long ago
the same hands that caressed my body
the same hair that I tugged on as i made a show of your acts
it was only an act
all of the good things came to an end
the heavy breathing started
my lungs were collapsing
my heart forgot to beat
it was too busy aching to love you
wishing to be more than just a body