Papa.

I loved you in the beginning
It was like a curse
As I got older,
You got worse.
You were no longer in my dreams
But the source of my nightmares.
You caused the blade to slide across my skin
Loving you was a sin.
Good thing I'm not a christian.
Your words were venom in my mind.
Your hands made bruises I never should have had to cover up.
You breathed alcohol in my face,
The smoke burnt my eyes.
I'll never dance to your pace,
All because my happiness was lies.