you are
a soft ripple in a pond
but you are also a huge 10ft wave during high tide

Was it her pixie hair cut? no?
how about her blue eyes?
no? not that either?
since when did curly brown hair and green eyes not become your type?

Daddy, the trust we put in you was far more than we should have
we all should have known-
you were here, but you were never really here Daddy.
you've cause so much pain
so much unbearable pain
in me, in your son, in your wife
so, daddy when do you plan on becoming the butterfly? when you do you plan on taking responsibility in realizing you're breaking us apart. you're shattering the fragile glass mirror that's reflecting the people who love you most.
daddy, i don't even love you anymore.
daddy, do you even love you anymore?

Love is such a weird thing.
It makes you cry, laugh, scream, hate.
Love controls all.
To love is to control your emotions, your family, your life.

Love and hate are very similar in some ways.
The emotions caused by both are thrown around
causing so much trouble in a lot of people's lives.
To love is to want and need.

Pain is also like love.
It's what comes with it.
A big package that nobody signs up for willingly.
To love is to have a ticking time bomb in your pocket.

To have pain
is to have hate
is to be in love.

How could such a small word
have such a big meaning?

So, what is love?
Is it pain?
Hate?
Or is it something most of us have not experienced yet?
Making us quick to judge those who have.

I feel like I'm losing my mind
The thoughts that constantly roll through
The tears that constantly fall  
The unheard screams for help
I finally realize
There is nobody who can give me the help I need