It's finally happened,

that moment I've been waiting for

that moment where all of the suffering

the tears, the torture, the hurt, the pain

the nights of wishing that somehow, someway

I could be seen as an equal in comparison

to her since it was evident she was your favorite daughter

the days of throwing my hours to the side

staring out of the window under the promise

that you would be waiting for me with open arms

filled with love because you couldn't wait to see me

only for you to call later that night and say

'something more important has came up'

the endless voice mails of me wishing

you could find the time out of your busy day

to even talk to me for just a few minutes and

tell you how much you loved me or

that you were thinking of me like I of you

that moment where I realize it's all worth it

It's finally fallen into perfectly placed pieces

and the cracks your neglect left inside my frail,

little heart has finally been filled with the knowledge

that my debt has finally been paid

There you are, struggling to close your eyes

every night and shaking as you wallow in the

sorrow of your nightmares that replay over

and over and over a l l d a y l o n g

There you are, staring at four white walls

with the sound of monotone beeping

echoing in your ears as you reach for the

ringing phone you keep hoping is me

There you are, tears spilling down your cheeks

as you remember all the words you threw at me

when I was too young to even comprehend

what you could have possibly meant at that time.

There you are, wishing and hoping and praying

and thinking and regretting and losing and realizing...

Yet, here I am, living and breathing and laughing

and smiling and feeling and loving and knowing...

--that the events you've encountered as of late

is everything you deserve to occur in your life

of hate, revenge, deceit and betrayal.

A daughter should never have to beg to have

a relationship with her father, and I'm sorry to say,

but even as you lay upon those sheets of white,

no tears fall from these eyes.

I will taste the orchestra of your breath

and drink the dripping melody

that rings within your vision as

I hang my future from your lashes.

with a tinge of pain we'll smile

from the deep. my head sunk

into your chest, counting tides

and dreaming to the heavy ticks

of relevance, imagining

I can stay here in the warmth

until we die within

this beautiful comfort.

I fell in love with his words,

cascading into a world where every character he spilled

onto an empty canvas was an essence of his psyche

left for someone to capture and absorb into themselves.

I allowed the syllables

that escaped from his fingers to dance upon my flesh

until I could feel his presence in the wind outside my window,

almost as if his voice was being carried throughout

the trees and sprinkled amongst their branches.

His passion poured around me,

an emotional thunderstorm that left bleeding letters

between every crevice; an everlasting reminder

of the poetry his hands had forged from

the abandoned thoughts that clouded his mind.

I fell in love with his words

because it was through those altercations with his pen

that he allowed every layer to be stripped away,

grating my eyes permission to graze upon

the lyrics etched into his soul.

I have two challenges I posted today and they are open for the next three or four weeks each.

It would mean the world to me if anyone who sees this could go check them out and enter them.

I would love to see the words of others like this!

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- https://theprose.com/challenge/2844

- https://theprose.com/challenge/2845

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He's here!

She's here!

You're here too!

Take a seat

gather round!

The feast is served!

If I give you this drink

will you sing for me?

Look at how you made her laugh!

She whispers into her tea how terrible, 

terrible she looks

I'm hideous! 

(crash)

The crumpets fell to the floor!

Oh dear!

He's shoving them in his mouth now!

{worms coming from his teeth?}

No! 

She's kicking her feet at the dishes!

The glass, the glass it stings as you touch it, right?

The rabbit is here...

I see his bunny teeth gnawing away on...

{idontknowidontknow!}

Wait, tears on your cheeks?

Why are you crying?

{your tears burn me}

The rabbit isn't white anymore,

...redpaint.

{no! no! it's not paint, is it?}

He's leaving! He's leaving!

Oh, what to do, to do?

{Get the rabbit!}

Don't just sit there!

Don't drink the tea!

What's the voice in wind?

It's madness, I tell you, m a d n e s s.

{it's me! it's you! it's you! it's me!}

[No one is here but you]

you're me

and I'm you.

It's we

as me...

It's me

as you...

tea...

Shall I get a cup of tea for you?

Five.

   Four.

      Three.

         Two.

            One.

Five years of self-induced medicine

addiction contorted mutilations that

offer a moment of fraudulent solace

only to be ripped out my caving chest

as I remember I lack control

   Four months of heavy breathing

   as the poison courses through my

   already brittle bones that slowly

   disintegrate as the clock continues

   to tick every deafening second

      Three weeks of inner suffocation

   cowering in the repeated torment

   of lessened lung capacities and the

   oxygen that turns to lead in my

   choking blood stream

         Two days of constant instability

         as the monitor monotonously

         continues to beep the rhythm

         of a heart that can't seem to

         find a way to beat.

            One hour of shameful tears

            clinging to skeleton cheeks

            and swollen eyes that close

            as the pronounced carnage

            finally meets its end.

Five tears.

   Four gasps.

      Three inhales.

         Two exhales.

            One last breath.

She was naive, hidden away from the rest of the world;

her skin untouched by the dangers of her surroundings

and her heart unknowingly placed into another's hands.

He was naive, bound by chains of his family's promise;

his skin covered with the blood of many before him

and his heart unknowingly placed into another's hands.

A fire burning in the desolate forest,

         far away from the wandering eyes

         and tormented shower of disapproval,

the wolf finds the royal cowering under the oak tree

where many lives had met their final breath beneath his

      t r e m b l i n g  p a l m s.

    eyes capturing every fraction of his soul

    the beat of her frail heart resonates in his ears

    and a voice so pure stains the corners of his mind

Come away with me, at once.

Forget this town and follow me,

follow me to the ends of the earth

as we find our solace within the dark of night.

       shaking hands touch as curious fingers intertwine

    frozen skin inflamed under the pale moonlight

       as the wind sings to the stars of the love

    hidden within the shadows of the woods.