I sipped my coffee in the morning,

I stared at him,

he stared at his phone,

I stared off into space. 
 

Have you ever looked at your lover and thought "who the fuck are you"?

Have you ever looked at them and realised you've found your mother or father? 

Have you ever gone numb when he closed the door but didn't say goodbye? 

Have you ever felt your chest crumble when his phone vibrates and he turns it over?

 

Sometimes i miss my father, so i find a lover and he treats me like my father did my mother. 

With fury and passion and carelessness. 

Sometimes whole heartedly, sometimes with emptiness. 

 

He's two or three people in one. 

My lover loves me when i'm smiling or just making him cum. 

Sometimes I don't think he ever loved me at all. 

He comes home smelling guilty and bloody and poor 

of integrity. 

 

I wash the day off with his dishes

and pack his lunch. 

 He packed my power in a suitcase and didn't come home. 

He didn't leave a note. 

 

But if you see my father, can you tell him i've been looking? 

....I think he'd tell me to run away from you as fast as I can.