*tw: daddy issues lmao*
it's so hard
to try and love someone
who gives you
countless reasons
to hate them.
who are you really?
when we speak, is this you
or one of your many façades?
do i want to know
who you truly are?
i try so hard to love you completely
to forgive you for everything
to ease my conscience
of this anger
but i have shattered
my rose colored glasses
and i do not think that
i will be a daddy's girl ever again.
YOU ARE READING
recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
