This Is My Line
Family is a noun,
One that connects
Me to you.
Bound by blood
And DNA.
I looked up
To you.
I thought you were
My heroine,
Come to save me
From the aches and pains
That rocked me
To the bone
Far more than what was known,
To sweep me away
From all my
Nightmares and fears
Monsters and tears
That were all too real
To deal with in the
Daylight.
Let alone the
Twilight.
You were a monument
Of beauty and grace
Strength and compassion.
Everything I could ever
Hope to be.
But then
I started to see
Past the cracks
Of your porcelain face,
Behind your false grace,
Deep down where
You truly lay.
And I realized
How little I knew
Of the true you
Besides the bad habits
That you keep
When you refuse
To eat.
And when I hear you
Scream and weep,
Gone is the strength
You used to keep,
As you try to
Convince yourself
That her love is true.
Because you love her too.
And I realized
Love is a verb.
One I hadn’t seen you
Act upon in quite
Some time.
Show me,
Don’t tell me.
Because as you claim
That you love me
And you love her too
There comes a time
Where you have to draw
A line between
The word and
The action.
Because you don’t
Know me either.
You know I will be
There at your
Beck and call
Wreck and bawl,
But you refuse
To hear a word
Or try to see into
My mind
The way I try to see
Into yours.
It’s not revolution
I ask for.
It’s simply evolution.
As I hear your cries
For help
I’m suffocating softly,
Because I know
It’s not help you seek.
It’s pity.
And it’s a pity,
Cause I’m out.
Now it’s time for
The kid in me to
Grow
Up.
You were once
My heroine.
Now I can see that
You don’t even care
Enough to be my
Villain.
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