I won't romentacize our relationship,
pretend like we always got along,
saw eye to eye.
We loved and needed to be loved differently.
I pushed and you smothered.
How detrimental that turned out to be.
While I felt suffocated under your patronage,
you feared my need for autonomy,
and we crashed, the worst car wreck to be.
How trivial it all seemed that day
when the emergency room called.
Cardiac arrest, the nurse had said,
9:30 a.m.
You were pronounced.
My birthday is next week.
I still have your voice message,
the last birthday wish I would receive.
At 12:00 a.m.,
I will play it, as I have done,
so you can still be the first
to sing to me.
It's the little things afterall,
isn't it, daddy?
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
I won't romentacize our relationship,
pretend like we always got along,
saw eye to eye.
We loved and needed to be loved differently.
I pushed and you smothered.
How detrimental that turned out to be.
While I felt suffocated under your patronage,
you feared my need for autonomy,
and we crashed, the worst car wreck to be.
How trivial it all seemed that day
when the emergency room called.
Cardiac arrest, the nurse had said,
9:30 a.m.
You were pronounced.
My birthday is next week.
I still have your voice message,
the last birthday wish I would receive.
At 12:00 a.m.,
I will play it, as I have done,
so you can still be the first
to sing to me.
It's the little things afterall,
isn't it, daddy?
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