winds blow quietly with the whisper of your name
and the rain falls down gently to imitate your touch
but the pulling in my chest from a catalyst
just doesn't stop with this constant reminder
that i'm gone
and you're
happy
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Dear Daddy,
You’ve been protecting me from the day you knew I existed.
You’ve rushed by mother’s side when her stomach was ******
Apparently you and mother smiled so much,
When my eyes repeatedly scrunched.
I’m 12 now daddy, and being a girl is hard.
I always get teased for wanting to play footy.
“It’s a boy’s sport,” they say. Have a boy card.
It never meant anything but it really should.
I’m 14 now daddy, and I got called a **** today.
Of course I shrugged it off as a joke.
I was wearing jeans and never done anything with a boy.
You would’ve yelled at them; wouldn’t you say?
The funny thing is daddy,
you might’ve called a girl a **** at school.
Not of harm maybe, but isn’t it harmful?
You want to protect your daughter; I know you do.
Here’s the thing though daddy.
Maybe if boys learnt from when they’re young,
From their own daddy,
That teasing and leaving out girls
of a game of footy,
Pulling out the boys only card,
Or calling them a ****
A *****
hurts.
Maybe being born as a girl wouldn’t be as hard.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
eat him like he's the only thing you've tasted in your life
he's the only thing
keeping you alive
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
sometimes when I think of you, all I can feel are my insides internally drowning and the artieres start to ache with the lethal fluids from your words
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC