My mom always said my dad was the cause of the problems.
My dad would scream at her for ruining it all.
I didn't know which side to lean—
To love my father or my mother,
To hate my mother or my father.
I wished I could just stay somewhere in between.
I wish I could separate their hearts,
Find a way to love them both.
YOU ARE READING
The book of meaningless words
PoetryJust a silly collection of slurred words into poems, matters of my brain on a paper, pieces of my heart in verses, last bits of my soul in a hardback book.
