Black Hole

Eyes, lips, nose

I am my father's daughter, 

From head to toe

I am compared to my father.

Similarities that I struggle to see,

Things that I don’t want to be

When I look in the mirror

I don't see a mix

Of my mother and father,

I don't see me, 

I see the beauty

And pain of

Someone who used to

Be me, someone

Who never learned 

That they did not

have to be just

like their father

Our similarities are

Striking, but that does not

Change our differences, 

My soul glistens through

The deep blue sky,

While his holds its

Dull darkness deep

Within himself,

He is a black hole 

Compared to my

Quasar, in theory

We are both black holes

But I still shine bright,

I will continue to shine

Until there is no

More gas and dust

To fall into

My back hole

I am still my father’s daughter,

I will always be

No matter how hard I 

Try, it feels as though 

I have no escape,

One day, I will be 

A black hole just like him, 

I will suck things in 

And kill them

Instead of turning them

Into beautiful 

Beam’s of light

I will always be my father’s daughter 

Pillow

When I go to sleep at night I pretend you are one of the pillows lying next to me as I sleep,

but I don’t sleep as comfortably as I would if it were really you.  

The difference between you and my pillow are obvious, 

you are a living, breathing person and my pillow is a cold, hard, lifeless object. 

When I’m near you, I feel your warmth. 

I feel your arms wrap around me in a way that make me feel safe in a way I have never felt before. 

I feel your heartbeat and every movement you make. 

I hear your breathing and I can feel your eyes when you look at me. 

When I feel your eyes on me, I can’t help but to feel flustered because I know if I look you in the eyes I would be able to control my smile. 

When I look at my pillow, I try to imagine it’s you lying next to me but it’s not. 

The pillow doesn’t breath the way you breath. 

The pillow doesn’t have your warmth, your heartbeat, and your eyes. 

The pillow doesn’t have the arms that make me feel safe when 

they’re wrapped around me.

The pillow won’t ever look at me the way you do.