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I wrote a note in my head, Folded it inside my ribcage. It said, “I can’t keep fighting With a heart that always breaks.” Mom never stayed, Dad was just a silhouette. And I swore I’d never Repeat all that **** But I guess I did. We screamed in courtrooms Over a child I never got to see grow. I traced his name in the frost On my rearview window. I lost him before I got the chance to lose myself. I kept his photos In a box on the bottom shelf. And I almost left a letter Where the liquor lives Something about being tired, And out of reasons to forgive. I almost slipped into silence Like snow on rusted rails, But I heard a little laugh That cut through all that pale. ’Cause your brother said, “Dad, are you okay?” With a look in his eyes Like he’d lose me that day. And I lied at first, But then I cried like hell. And in the quiet that followed, He said, “That’s okay as well.” There’s a million ways To leave this place, But only one To stay with grace. And it’s messy, and it aches, But it’s real. So I burned the note And kept the flame, Lit a candle And whispered your name. I never got to hold you Like I wanted to But your brother held me Like you probably would’ve too. I left a light on, Just in case you find your way. I’m still here, And I’m trying.. Most days.
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Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
A Memoir
I wrote a note in my head, Folded it inside my ribcage. It said, “I can’t keep fighting With a heart that always breaks.” Mom never stayed, Dad was just a silhouette. And I swore I’d never Repeat all that **** But I guess I did. We screamed in courtrooms Over a child I never got to see grow. I traced his name in the frost On my rearview window. I lost him before I got the chance to lose myself. I kept his photos In a box on the bottom shelf. And I almost left a letter Where the liquor lives Something about being tired, And out of reasons to forgive. I almost slipped into silence Like snow on rusted rails, But I heard a little laugh That cut through all that pale. ’Cause your brother said, “Dad, are you okay?” With a look in his eyes Like he’d lose me that day. And I lied at first, But then I cried like hell. And in the quiet that followed, He said, “That’s okay as well.” There’s a million ways To leave this place, But only one To stay with grace. And it’s messy, and it aches, But it’s real. So I burned the note And kept the flame, Lit a candle And whispered your name. I never got to hold you Like I wanted to But your brother held me Like you probably would’ve too. I left a light on, Just in case you find your way. I’m still here, And I’m trying.. Most days.
Bobcat
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33/M/Who cares
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
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