I come before my love
this early morning.
I sigh, wondering
why a liar’s mouth widens
a smirky length when I believe.
I belong in the dark.
I belong where no smile touches
my heart’s frame.
I will spill over many tears,
a split unseen by human eye.
Inside, a breath exiles these whispers
I can’t disregard, for fear I will die from withdrawal.
He says, Darling, I have allured you to wilderness,
led you out of idle earshot. Voices speaking rigid
thorn, a form pleading red. Bloodshed through
worded unbelief. Speaking of their brother’s,
sister’s planks, when you are the same.
I hear the sigh slipping from your hungered
tongue.. You want Me to grant you fall
inside dust made arms.
You want them your strength.
I have made My home where no one
dares embrace. A place veiled
with self-hate, shame, regret.
A place orphaned, where I hear
My little girl cry,
Don’t You love me, Daddy?
Don’t You care about me?
Why won’t You hold me?
Why do You feel so far?
She turns her face down, as I did
when I told My Father, It is finished.
Her condemnation no more.
I died for her second chance.
A chance to see her first love
stands the symmetry between apology
she will never be enough, and agony
she can never forgive herself the stones
she threw, not knowing sacrifice