I still don't know the meaning
of that word.
Dad.
With every needle I found in your closet of lies,
I learned less & less about you.
Everything you told me,
Was a lie.
Telling myself I miss you,
And that I really need you.
Not until now do I realize that I
Simply could never miss someone
That I didn't
Even know in the first
Place.
YOU ARE READING
Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts
PoetryJust some things I never had the guts to say out loud. (Updated daily??)
