Dear Father's Love

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A love like my fathers, conditional and convenient.

Love that is distant and never within arms reach. 

A fragile heart I hide away until called upon.

Used and discarded within the same beat.

Echoes of screams, laced into tears on an old pillowcase. 

Tired eyes pleading to be seen.

A love like my fathers turns a blind eye to my need.

Ice runs through veins of strong arms.

Arms that will only hold me when they are at their best,

Not when I am at my worst.

My love would break bones, but his won't lift a finger. 

Affection comes with rules, rules I struggle to follow

A love like my fathers is a little,

Or it is nothing at all. 

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