Dear daughter,
If someone ever spurts out an 'I love you'
Through a phone
Through gritted teeth In between raspy moans and sweaty sheets
In a dark alleyway
When they want to wash the blood on their hands clean
When they want you as an elixir
When you obey
When they find it convenient
To 'protect' you
To coerce you
To fix you
To snap your wings
As an after thought
As a task
Run.
Because you are not
A treasure trove of holding hands below the table
A sexual fantasy
A graveyard for tired bones
A graveyard of tired bones
An hour glass
A puppet
A broken vase waiting to be glued
An item to cross off a daily check list
A child nagging for a toffee
A fire to keep someone else warm.
An ocean to drown someone's sorrow and turn blue.
You can be all of that for the person you love
You should be of all that for the person you love
But if the 'I love you' said is not an anthem for you as a human, first and foremost -
Run.
If someone ever spurts out an 'I love you'
Through a phone
Through gritted teeth In between raspy moans and sweaty sheets
In a dark alleyway
When they want to wash the blood on their hands clean
When they want you as an elixir
When you obey
When they find it convenient
To 'protect' you
To coerce you
To fix you
To snap your wings
As an after thought
As a task
Run.
Because you are not
A treasure trove of holding hands below the table
A sexual fantasy
A graveyard for tired bones
A graveyard of tired bones
An hour glass
A puppet
A broken vase waiting to be glued
An item to cross off a daily check list
A child nagging for a toffee
A fire to keep someone else warm.
An ocean to drown someone's sorrow and turn blue.
You can be all of that for the person you love
You should be of all that for the person you love
But if the 'I love you' said is not an anthem for you as a human, first and foremost -
Run.