Every morning

Every morning when i rise to the sound of you crying, it breaks me, almost in two.
And every night when you almost pack your bags, i think about how far apart we grew.

At every meal when you give thanks to God, i know you hate me, for being an atheist.
But i can't help it. I have always thought that your devout piety was crazier than my craziest.

Every stitch the doctors put in your arm reminds me of how i tore you apart
With the uncontrollable sadness, the selfishness, that festered in my heart.

You never knew i was so hard to handle, until you put the leash on, and locked it.
That's why that mountain was so hard to climb; we couldn't do it; we had to no choice but to stop it.

Every step was that thick black smoke, that stung our eyes, and filled our lungs
Every step bearing down on the ladder, splintered the wood, and shattered the rungs.

I think that's why we couldn't make it. Every obstacle was larger than the desire to try.
I think that's why i break in two, every morning, when i hear you cry.