Daddy's Girl

The second poem I wrote due to the need to get things off of me so I can go back to sleep.

I’ve never woken up crying

Until last night

When I thought about things for the first time

For a long time

I remember when things went down.

I didn’t cry then I insisted it was what I wanted

To watch you go as my mom carried me off into a house

That wasn’t so filled to the brim with memories

 

Just so you know.

I wish I had looked back

Tried so much harder to understand your position

Because it’s now I know I don’t hate you

And I certainly am not happy for what happened

Right now it’s kind of funny

(I miss you)

 

I mean it’s a funny thing that when I look at pictures of our family

I feel sad nearly 4 years after the face.

Well I guess it’d only be 3

But either way

That’s weird is it not?

 

I know this bed doesn’t know my past

The tears confuse the black sheets that coil around my feet lovingly

Whispering to me not to cry

But that pillow

 

The pillow is too flat

It makes my head rock backwards almost in a lull

As I sleep on the mattress that has yet to be broken in

And as much as I say

The pillow is too flat

At least it lets my tears fall with open arms

Wrapping it’s self around my screaming head

So that I may scream with the lights on

Looking to the roof in the early morning hours so I’m not to be suffocated by tears

Unneeded wistful tears

Where I remember

 

I’m a daddy’s little girl

And I finally know how it felt

With the family was torn apart like some paper dream

Cut up with a pair of scissors easy

And that is not something that can be washed away with the bad dreams of early morning hours

And spread thin over the course of my life

 

It is something I will wear

Plastered underneath a makeup mask

For the rest of my life.

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional

Reviews

[Ivette Carina]

One word, Beautiful.

[kera moondust]

thank you =)

[Stanley Wilson]

wow you said it all sad but beautiful work thanks for sharing