Family (Patreon)

A small little… poem? I wrote up during my lunch break.

It is foolish to think

I do not want what you offer

The love of a family

Talks unbridled

Laughter and joy

Photos beneath castles

I would tell you of kisses

Of how she held my hand is hers

Of how I promised my life

To a woman with a golden halo

But to have this

I cannot tell you of her

I cannot whisper the things she’s told me

I cannot share the moments beneath the moon

You wish only for chains

For a life of cages

For a me that never lived

That perished and rotted

Deep beneath the earth

Before she drew breath

It is foolish to think I want what you offer

A life of captivity

Of cutting off sections of flesh

And meat

And bone

To fit into a you-shaped hole

That you carved for me

I would not know the taste of happiness

I would not know the touch of joy

I would be desolate from the scent of safety

I would not hear my lover’s call.

It is foolish to think I would stay with you

I have no place within this cult

What I have hidden is now revealed

My legs entwined with hers

I have no place in this prison you built me

No place in this system you call family

I do not belong with you or the others

But I do have a place with her.