"My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness… Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours, Henry Charles Bukowski" Posted 1 year ago

"It’s a scary world out there," he said to her.

"Yes, Daddy, but you’ll always be there to keep me safe!" she replied, trying to make him smile.

He forced the corners of his mouth to turn up, knowing what he would say would be a lie. “I’ll be with you always, sweetie.”

Little did she know he would be gone in a week’s time.

Little did he know he would watch her grow up, always from a distance.

Many times she would shed tears for him.

Many times he would try to reach out to wipe them away.

"Are you still there, Daddy?" she looked up, calling.

"I’ll be with you always, sweetie," he whispered, inaudibly.

Posted 1 year ago

an accurate representation of my ascent into adulthood

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I woke up angry at you.
You made me confused.
I watched you hurt and tried to make you laugh.
I saw you smile and that’s what convinced me.
We reminisced in our misfortune.
We reveled in our hilarity.
I fall asleep wistful, nostalgic, unfinished.

Posted 1 year ago