People keep asking
what I want,
what can they give me.
The only thing I want
is not something that can be given
but something that can be taken away.
You, sir,
are the only one who has not asked
and it is your gift
that I want to be rid of.
You see,
I don't want this last name, sir.
I don't want to have a father
if it's going to be you.
I don't want someone
to hear my last name
and think of your face,
your personality,
your past,
your lies,
your choices.
Quite simply
I don't want to be associated with you.
You're a liar
and a cheater
and an evil man.
I don't want to be known
as your only offspring.
And so I say this
as kindly as I can:
Either move away and stop trying to be a part of my life
or die.
I am an honest girl
and I honor my promises,
unlike you.
And I promise
that I will attend your funeral
with a grin on my face
and I will personally
dance on your fresh grave.
I keep my promises, sir,
unlike you.
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Thoughts and Things
PuisiA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...