dad?

hit me right in the heart

where it hurts

you know it hurts there

breaking through the skin like im a game to you

you left us like i was a game to you

but its just a scar now

you gave me your hand

your hand much bigger than mine i long to hold to my cheek

and you held it to my pain and made it better

and i screamed at the world how my heart ached out of love for you

skin breaks

cracks

in my

mind

teeth marks in my reflection now

an image of you when they talk about bad parenting

but what about the bandages

what about the meals and the love

your paintings and your hugs at the airport

looking at the moon, wondering if you are too

im your favorite, remember, dad?

please make it stop

i love you it hurts dad it hurts