Regardless of my words, he'll remain as he was when I left him.
Stuck between the why and revenge. Yet he picks neither, only suffers his thoughts of the past, our past.
He is Repeatdingly trying to recreate his happiness with others he replaces with no success because he doesn't understand.
He'll never understand why I left.
He'll never recreate the past with every failing attempt he desperately makes.
I let go, that's why I left.
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Jesus Christian, another daddy issue poem, but yes, it's another poem about my bio dad. Please sue me, It's too consuming. I got something good out of having a walking ass wipe for a dad. I got a beautiful mind and strength stronger than his ugly ass thought progress and his hideous left toe. I also got creativity in poetry. It's a win-win for me. He gets a successful daughter, and I get a successful life without him.
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My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
