in every man's eyes
i look for a father
(i need a new one because all mine ever did was slap me).
in every man's hands
i look for a knife
(that's what men hold because they want to control you).
in every man's heart
i look for comfort.
(i want to be healed by the thing that hurt me).
in every man's arms
i look for a home.
(i don't know why mine never felt like one).
in every man's bed
i look for me.
(i might have lost myself in your apathy).
in every man's face
i find you.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
A Few Moments More
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Ouch...such a sting in this one. But, so beautifully written as ever, Sara! Well done!