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Aug 2014
It's hard to know that there is a part of you,
That is missing inside of you

A part of you that loves you
A part of you,
That would complete that young tattered down ***** inside of you that is,
barely beating anymore.
It's hard to accept that
There is nothing inside to accept the part of you that has been missing for TWENTY YEARS.
Twenty Years ago when daddy ****** up.
Daddy just couldn't handle the pressure of a happy little family
Daddy had to crack out
And leave the only one who would love him unconditionally
and give her no choice
But to grow up not knowing how it felt to feel the kind love of a Father
Who would make things right when they were wrong

You see,
It's hard to love
When you have been waiting all your life to finally
meet a missing piece of the puzzle we live
And want to sprint away as far as the moon
Because the puzzle piece had altered itself disgustingly
It wouldn't fit
It ******* ripped her apart when she heard that her chance was gone
That hole will never be filled.

Now, I hate to admit
That giving up is now an option
Giving up on a part of me
That can never be a part of
Me.
This poem is about my father.
I wrote it months before his suicide July 2014.
Angelica Marie Franco
Written by
Angelica Marie Franco  NJ/Ohio
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