"My father doesn’t need alcohol
to become a different person.
His mind is able to do that for..."
My father doesn’t need alcohol
to become a different person.
His mind is able to do that for him.
His thoughts are shown by actions,
and his words are nowhere to be found;
lost since the day he said, I do.
My mothers hands are rough
from holding so many children
who would sooner or later
go on hating themselves
more than they hate drugs.
She failed to mention to her creations
that love is only as hard
as you make it, and that if you
tell yourself that you love yourself,
you can actually begin to believe
in that manipulative meaning.
My brothers teeth are stained;
too many midnight cigarettes
and not enough self-control.
When his wife calls for him
to come back to bed
and to stop pacing the living room
like it was a hallway of a hospital,
he tells her that he cannot rest
until his prayer of a better future
rises to the surface.
My sister thinks that she
found the truth of herself
in someone else’s body.
She thinks that she is
able to see straight
because of one-night stands
and expressing love
through thrusting.
If only someone would have
told her that passion
doesn’t come from moaning,
but from the very core
of what you desire most.
- "Family tree", Colleen Brown
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