Tethered to Smoke

I'll never understand how you

could text another man while

you stay in this house watching

your relationship crumble. I guess it's

easier because I'm 

away, but that doesn't make it

easier on dad or me. You go from not

being able to say you love him to

kissing all over his face in a 

matter of months. Is it just a matter 

of months before there's another

screw up? Was I 

a screw up? Do I

keep you tethered to this

home and this man that you

supposedly love? I can't believe 

you anymore when you look in his

eyes and say you're 

sorry. I can't believe you anymore when

you look at us and say

you love us. You abandoned 

your family and now you're so 

desperate to get it back that you

smother us in your 

affection; I swear I can taste

the sweet smoke from the

back of your throat after

you put out the fire that was

burning your insides telling

you: "Lie. It will all be alright." I guess no one

told you that smoke kills 

faster than fire ever will.