We Wanted Fathers

not runaways

You need it.

Undefeated;

This dark is growing darker,

This blood runs like the man I used to know.

You're a broken toy,

With no hands to clean you now.

You hide your heart way beneath yourself,

And when you drive away, you're only lonely someplace else.

You're the bound up book of scared young girl,

Where she leaves her words and fairy-tales

And whispers that she'd rather be

Anywhere else but here.

You gave him weeks.

You gave him months

And years,

But he's 

Not back

And he's not

Coming here

To hold you like he needs you, 

Another fourteen years and maybe we'll heal in time.

Call it quits, and call it desperation

But I've broken this phone trying to get you back.

Another weekend our fathers won't be here to say,

"I love you so." or what we need to know.

These drinks they pass to shattered glass 

And heated words,

That hit like bricks and sink like stones.

We tried to build, but in the end we

Only burnt this home.