We take the car so my step mom can sleep
and I confess to my dad.
I tell him everything.
I'm so tired of the jealousy
of the anxiety
over her and my girl
I tell him how she interferes
How it drives me crazy
I'm not a violent person,
but I needed no more reasons.
He tells me I don't want to hear this, and he's right.
He tells me to tell my girl she has to choose.
Its either me or her.
Not both.
He says he likes my girl, he doesn't want us to end.
But he also wants whats best for me.
He says some other things too,
but that's not for this book.
I say I'll give it till November.
I don't want to make her choose.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy