By societal standards you are my father not just cause I share your face or your DNA but because of societies standards. Sure you're my dad but only now I have you begun to earn the title of my father in my eyes.
Growing up after you left after you turned your back on me and chose her over me promoting me to man of the household at five years old are used to wonder did you ever feel sorry for your actions?
So you know what she did to me and yet you still chose her did you even ask to eat in your decision? Did you ever stop and think about the repercussions of your choice and how for 14 years it ate away at my soul?
During those 14 years of anger and hatred and depression over your choice did you ever stop and think about me? Im sure he you often wondered as a kid I look to you such hatred and betrayal in my eyes. I didn't care though.
Had it not been for your father my grandfather asking me in his final moments which I had not known would be the last we talk to each other, heading up asked me to finally open my heart up to forgive you you and I will not have conversations every other weekend finally building the father son connection that I desperately wanted for so long.
No longer do I call you bastard sperm donor now I can actually call you dad but do I call your father? Only time can tell...only time can tell.
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Reborn Angelic Soul
PoesieI like to consider myself an amateur poet these are just the thoughts I can't say out loud so I wrote them out. Forgive my bad grammar I love to write just suck at it.
