when you died,
all my what-ifs were answered,
no.
it was always no.
you were never coming back,
you were never going to love me.
i'll always miss you,
you were never ready to be a father,
and i was never ready to be fatherless.
rest in peace, Herman.
god knows you need it.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
