Before things were bad
they were really good
which is why I kept waiting
just like he knew I would

you stopped the bleeding-
the pulsative nature of my heart

you cut the veins and tied them into knots
a gallon of morphine -
never enough

You made rose gardens out of marrow
and comedy shows out of love

you stopped the bleeding
I stopped the beating
we got even
and lost it all.

Understand that
feelings fall like fruit
rotting, sweet, and full of juice

You stand there and laugh
At your pedestal  
As if you’re better than me
But are you?

We both come from dirt
And will be dirt.

Parents
Often described as
A gift from God

But more often than not
We forget
They are human too
Capable of mistakes
Just like you and I

Their presence
Doesn’t need to feel
Heavenly