dads always leave, a truth i've come to know,
their footsteps fading, echoes of a love that never was.
the phone works both ways, they say,
but i don't want to hear his voice, don't need his empty words.
i've spent years clinging to hope, like a child grasping at shadows,
waiting for the day he'd return, make things right.
but hope is a cruel thing, a rope that chokes slowly,
and i'm done waiting, done wishing for a ghost.
i'm glad he left, glad he isn't coming back,
the space he left is now a garden, where i've planted strength.
even if he tried, if he called, if he showed up at my door,
i'd turn him away, a stranger to the life i've built without him.
dads always leave, but i've learned to stand alone,
to find peace in the silence, strength in the solitude.
i don't need him, never did, never will,
his absence a gift, a liberation from the lies he told.
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poems
Puisipoems i've written. i recommend reading from the bottom of the parts and working up to the first one. i promise they get better and more lengthy. the first few poems are rhyme schemes, the rest are free verse peoms. please don't take without credits...
