I sat in the back seat of that car
That very afternoon where the sky decided to show it’s vulnerability
It’s emotion churned drastically occasionally letting out a loud scream
It looked like a rotting ice cream
( I enjoyed staring at the painting the divine artist created , I believed it was just for me , to “blow up” and share to the world what was winding within me)

But in this car I watched your eyes in the teeny weeny mirror
I saw your pain , I saw how you were hit as a child and how your father never knew how to hold you
And I swore my heart almost jumped out of my me , luckily my rib caged it in to allow me to feel eternity a little longer
I made sure that you never saw me watching
That was too intimate for us

- you never knew how to embrace your little girl, maybe that’s why she found pleasure in being embraced by all the boys ( it’s okay now I will heal through my writing and I will not blame you for not knowing how to show me you love me , it’s because your father never knew either.