Today’s the day
Today I’ve sighed
Probably about eighteen times
I didn’t call
I know why you won’t either
I still don’t believe her
When she says you love me
I remember that day you said
I’m not part of the family
How can I get that out of my head?
You had a hate in your eyes
That was different than expected
It’s too late to apologize
Though you neglect it
You’re getting old
You need me
The ache in your soul reveals
Internal bleeding
I have a choice to free you
My abused heart cries to me
That I don’t need you
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I foresee decades of silence
A dedicated stalemate
A mutual mindset
A destined fate
Good poem. I despised my father like a Satan. Before he died, I came to see him and he took my hand, unable to speak, but with all the love he had for all of us in his eyes. I cherish that.
Interesting you perceived love from his eyes if you despise him. I’ve let go of hatred long ago because I understand his perception and have accepted it. But you can understand someone and you can accept their stance, but you don’t have to expose yourself to it if you think it’s detrimental to who you are as a person. This is where I stand. Away from him.