You lied to her to get her back
To you, that’s how she grew up,
You made her believe in fairy tales,
But brought her back home, to you,
Time not spent with you, you were the
Angler, and she would waste away in her
Room, in the silence of your house, you
Needed sleep and she needed to grow up faster
Than she should have.
Because you lived a life that you didn’t love.
Suffering every day from choices that were
Imposed on you and then made by yourself.
And you condemned everything outside of
You for what was wrong within yourself.
Everybody had to follow your rhythm,
The agony trickling down into all of their
Heads. She shut herself away from you
And how you sucked the life out of hers.
You pretended to be someone she loved
In order to get her to open the door for you,
Just to grab her, with a soundless fury,
Everybody knowing what would follow within
Your own walls. We observed you dragging her
Body away, across the street, her voice shattering
The child’s play.
She didn’t want to be a part of your world.
You never talked to her. Your weak nerves
Electrifying the house you dragged her back
Into. Your eyes always shut, your mouth open
Like that of a shark. Lights out, lights out.
She had no idea who you were and yet she somehow belonged
To you.
Croque-Melpomene 