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Simone Graves


another one about you


I lied through my teeth.
When you asked if you'd been good to me.
I said, "sure, yeah, i always got what i need."
And you sat there wasted, and i pretended to breathe.

You binge on the burn
And purge every word.

(Sometimes you even tell me you love me.)

I think you try to prove her wrong when she says you were never a good dad.
You swear up and down that you gave me what i never had.
You didn't leave the house, didnt dip out when things got bad.
But that doesn't mean you were really there. (I'm sorry i was always so sad.)

I couldn't watch you tonight.
Im sorry i left.
I couldn't watch you watch me.
Couldn't watch you fall asleep.
You look dead to me.
The empty cup next to you smelled of misery.

I miss you sometimes.

Sometimes i pretend we know eachother, and i miss you.

I left you downstairs on the couch, drunk, where you used to be when i was small.
And i suddenly feel so damn small.
Curled up in my pink sheets alone.
Praying God would save the day.
(But i died, because all the sunlight went away.)

Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2012

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