The funny thing is that I hate my father like any other person would with my mindset, but I miss him like a child.
That's probably because even though I have come to the terrorizing realization that I'm not a kid anymore, and I can't ever get what I lost back.
But I still chase it more than anything.
I love who I saw my father as when I was a kid who didn't understand.
I miss how I saw the world with a pink filter on, being oblivious to the hurt.
I miss being naive, and vulnerable.
Because the thing about me when I was naive, vulnerable, and seeing the world for what it wasn't, was that I didn't know.
I didn't know that wasn't how everything is.
Now I do know, and it is peeling my skin off piece by piece.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
