I wish that my dad would've loved my mom
In a way I could've been proud of
And I wish it was so much love that
It overflowed into me
Sometimes we don't get to see that love
And when we don't, well
You turn out like me
You see, I never had a man tell me I was pretty
Without him pushing to see me naked
So I molded my idea of love in empty masculinity
It's nothing that I'm proud of, I just have to accept
That this is where I am, and just go forward
Dad never praised me for the A+ report card
But daddy praised me when I took my clothes off
In the heat of the moment,
I am powerful
Then I remember how powerless I am against them leaving
Sometimes we don't get to see that love
And when we don't, well
You turn out like me
Every now and then I want to call my dad
And say "Why do I fall in love with men like you?"
He'll groan and accuse me of psychotic things
But deep down he knows he made me this way
I could change, because I know I'm worth more
But change is
Almost impossible when you've never known
What change means
Sometimes we won't get to feel love at all
And when we don't, well
You might turn out like me
YOU ARE READING
the line between you & me
PoetryWelcome to the pages of my life that haven't been read yet. This is the line between me and you. All my love, Maddie ♡︎
