The Devil has the Face of a Child

Dear You, 

You know who you are.

As a child, I looked up at you.

I was in awe at what I saw.

You looked down to see the face of a child desperate to grow up.

A child so nieve to the fact that life makes the most tender things wicked.

Mom, she used to be my hero.

Dad's shoulders used to be my throne.

You taught me that vodka would be my soda.

Kisses will turn into sex

And bikes will be cars.

War was just a game to pass the time on a sticky summer day.

Goodbyes used to mean you'll see them tomorrow. 

Now as I look at you through a wooden frame and some glass.

Your 2D lips are curled into a smile.

You're out of place smiling at a funeral.

I wish I had told you how much you made me grow.

I wish I screamed how much I have forgiven you until blood pooled out of my voice box

Just like tears pooled at the brims of my eyes.

I thought I could hold onto my tender childhood

But, your death made me wicked.

I couldn't say goodbye because I wouldn't see you tomorrow.

With love that only death could take away,

Your Daughter