Poems and stuff

my dear father

my dear father,

youd call any emotional thing i do stupid

yet you secretly understand the complications i face

you know down inside all of the sensitivities i deal with,

the way i felt,

understanding every bit. 

my dear father,

yet i am somewhat wary of you,

i do believe you are good

the people i once thought that were good,

turned sour at the times i needed leverage

and when i thought i was at my lowest,

you were there

my dear father, 

though i used to hate your difficulty,

your stubbornness and pride,

i realized i was no different from you

so did it make your faults less difficult?

to understand your frustration?

yes, it did

my dear father,

as your daughter,

as your first,

i apologize for my selfishness

but i also apologize for not feeling as sorry as i am meant to be

my dear father, 

thank you

thank you for being somewhat more understanding

thank you for putting up with my troubles

thank you for teaching me that the past does stain

and thank you for loving in your most weirdest ways

thank you for being you, 

for without you,

i wouldve been alone