Dazed Off

clean moral appetite

I think I'm finally ready to write about you
so here it is,
a letter of response
to your crying apology
and plead of missing me

Dad, do not come back because you already have a family to call home

When the time comes
and I hope it doesn't,
let me meet the girl worth every sacrifice you had to make
The homewrecker to us, but the peace-giver to you

I hate her and I hate you
but hate is something I don't quite understand
so maybe it's worth a shot

Dad, do not mistaken the guilt as love–
the guilt as a reason to leave what you
fought for
Think about your daughter,
the one too young to understand
Too young to meet your high state
and drunk mates

Think about your son
didn't you always wished for one?
I took his place beforehand
and damn am I just too young to understand

dad, I'm sure coward you would never come back,
be in a place no one knows the filth in your pocket
We have the same clean moral appetite

But I will stay here,
and I will say it here
I didn't take my sweet little time
to talk to you about forgiveness
This all shit is just for good fucking manners
I have filth in my wallet the same say you have scum written all over your fist,
these are the things I wrote on you

so there it is, dad you have
a stained helping hand:(
offer love to new paradise and think about the hell you left us.

A/N
When your hands carry your lovely daughter gently<//3
think about me,
your loving daughter, whom never felt the sweet side of a mad man