Him…

There
There I sit
His smooth skin, and dark brown hair a mile away
A mile
Walk
Inch closer with every little lie
And farther with every truth…
“I don’t have a dad, it’s really hard.”
Till
It
Went
To
Far
Only an inch away
His warm breath against mine
Walk after walk
Talk after talk
Until I couldnt take it
His smooth baby skin near mine
I push
And drown
Deeper
Deeper
deeper
The ones I have wronged
Have lost faith…
The ones I left behind
Hurt the most…
The nicest ones
Have bruises
No
I am not t h i s p e r s o n
And I risk it
I let it all go all the lies