I guess you could have called me Miss goody-two shoes,
or try hard in everything,
Maybe even a nerd at some times during the course of the year.
But then I met it.
My new, profound love.
My prophecy,
My destiny,
My over-indulged piece of art.
It was when I went to see him,
that night I thought it would be innocent,
it was anything but.
I told him to talk to me,
but I just wanted him to say what I wanted to hear.
My father was known to stay strong,
but when I walked into the room,
he was already gone.
I called his name, "Daddy?"
His eyes struggled to open,
he saw my face and gave a half smile,
"Skylar." He whispered out.
I started to cry,
tears that would last
As they stayed in my mind until the day I die.
But that one, quiet night
As the rain came down elegantly,
I starred into space
As his life flashed right before his eyes,
and there he lay,
in such a white room,
as I begged him to wake
But he refused to see,
to open his eyes.
But that's when it all turned,
when it all went downhill.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
