I want your hands
on me
touching, cupping, caressing

reminding me
you’re my daddy
and I
am your little

i’m not
being a brat
no
i won’t
go to my room
and take a nap
you can’t force me
you’re not my daddy
i don't love you
go away

daddy
i’m sorry
i’m tired
will you
come take a nap
with your little

And then she cries (again)
Over and over
For what reason? She wonders
But then she remembers
All of it
Over and over

It crashes her
What crashes her
Over and over
But when is it finally over

Or is this a sign?
She should be suspicious
Or just letting go
So that things can finally flow (again)
Over and over

Text me if you’re bored n interested to play a game n get to know each other 💜

I can’t tell anyone my feelings
So instead I write a poem
No one wants to hear things
No one wants to hear em

I cry alone sometimes
No one can hear sobs
I keep myself occupied
Doing useless jobs

Can anyone see the real me?
The one no one knows?
The one who doesn’t smile
The one who doesn’t put on shows….!

Every day, life begins afresh, with yesterday defeated forever.

My love for you
is so unattended
yet still so
attendably
here

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

i am beginning to forget you and forgetting something you loved with all your life is such a terrifying idea.