I hear daddy issues is what they're calling it nowadays the unexplainable flinching upon slamming doors and voices at a decible level just high enough to make your chest tremble
daddy issues? it wasn't that I didn't have a father because I did I do except there's an undeniable difference between the two between being seven and seventeen between ice cream and bottles of whiskey
maybe it was the drinking that drew you away but I wasn't the same as the other girls my age who drank themselves insensible for no apparent reason every other weekend
no,
rather I drank myself into a comfortable state of amnesia where I could no longer remember his hands or his lips or the smile that reminded me I was weak and in love I drank until I could no longer remember that I loved with a love that was not returned in full or at all
you drank on sunday when I would tote my atrocity of luggage around the hall and down the staircase throwing it in your face that I was leaving
it wasn't intentional
daddy issues we haven't spoken in months I can't remember the last time I heard you say the words and it hurts too much to try and imagine it myself it feels fabricated and forced it sounds like slamming doors and roaring voices