He Was You
We used to be curled up a lot, your lips merged with mine, and inside my heart began to rot, I never knew if I should draw the line. I felt your hands all over me, but I never felt them reach for my soul, so I wished to break free, to spill my insides like a cracked bowl. And you didn't try to catch the remains, You scattered them, never meant to mend, So I searched for them deep in my veins, But love was the only thing I found whole. I loved you so deeply, it broke me, You loved me so little, it never mattered, Which is why I finally awoke, You were always just like my father.
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