you're like a nail on a chalkboard
you're a hole in my head
backwards motions unable to move forward
you are a brick wall up ahead
you are the scream in my sleep,
and the smirk in my smile
i pray the lord my soul to keep,
if i could get my hands on you for a while
you're the stomp in my feet
and your back is in every crack
you are in every gasping breath
of every anxiety attack
i sat under your tree
the one that never grew to offer me shade
and the lemons that gave me hell
i've made them into lemonade
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Happy Father's Day, Mofo
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ReplyDeleteYou are everything he never was, and that he never will be. You have defied all the odds and made yourself into the man he could not begin to aspire to be. You operate with love, conviction and respect, words he doesn't understand. He doesn't deserve the energy that he takes from you, but it's unavoidable.
ReplyDeleteFor now.
You are worthy of so much more than he could ever give, you are so much more than he deserves.