My father is
A man, the man
The man I watched
With starlit eyes-
The perfect man
Or at least I thought he was
But as time goes on
I learn about
His mishaps
All of his mistakes
Just when you think
That the bond between the two of you
Is untouchable
It ebbs away
At the seams
But because parents are human
Errors are inevitable; natural
But some errors
Leave larger dents than others
He's ruined me
Scarred me
Toxicity
Runs deeper
Than blood
He
My father
A man
Is the reason
A chunk of me is missing
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
