why do I set myself up
to mend every desolate soul
found wandering about
begging to be let in?
I shatter every bone
bearing the weight of their transgressions
rebuilding from remains
they'd deemed too far gone
creating a rock solid foundation
for a new man to flourish
but in the end it's never enough
for love to grow roots
deep in the soil of reciprocation
I've accepted the love I thought I deserved
sabotaging any chance at my purest desires
and for anything brighter
than the childhood stories
I should've told my friends
when sleepovers and birthday parties
were my silent rescue
even for just one night
one day
pleasejustonemorehour
I deserve more
than the statistical destiny
my father set in motion
one closed fist or
venomous word
at a time or
the two intricately integrated together
to carry on the poisonous traditions
passed down as heirlooms for generations
the cycle breaks with me
I deserve more love
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