She can sleep in my bed
He can rest on my head
She can answer my ‘whys’
He can ask me for tries
She can comfort my sadness
He can translate my madness

But it’s not that easy
Love lies when it listens
Love cries and love dies
Love hides its decisions
Love’s unwise and love flies

She can light up my heart
He can shine in the dark
She can heal my disease
He can warm up my breeze
She can shield me from rain
He can help me with pain

But it’s not that easy
Love leaves after staying
Love does freeze and love sees
Love believes when it’s praying
Love deceives and love thieves

My old man ain’t around anymore,
He died of a heart attack all alone.
It’s a **** shame, I know.
I hardly remember his voice anymore.

I remember when he broke his leg crabbing,
We got to ride in an ambulance.
Id do it again just to hear you say,
Everything is gunna be ok.

My old man wasn’t lying,
When he said this world was harsh.
I’ve been burnt enough times,
To hold that **** close to my heart.

I didn’t plan on this pain,
That love leaves behind.
It’s a stain I can’t erase.
I try my best to keep this pace.

My old man would say,
**** what they say.
Just do your best and be true.
I love him, I know he loved me too.

I remember the call.
From my mom saying he wouldn’t wake up.
**** that day.
Nothing was the same.

I never saw the old man again.
His face is burned in my head.
I remember everything,
He told me, till this day.

If your dad is cheating on your mom clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you have a problem with self harm clap your hands
'thump thump'
if your mother hates you clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you cant control your addictions clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you are a academic loser clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you wanna end it clap your hands
'thump thump'

In July of 2013, you died and you went to Heaven.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 77.
After taking chemotherapy for months, you died.
You were a good provider and that can't be denied.
When a parent dies, it's always tragic and very sad.
If you were still alive, I'd say "Happy Birthday, Dad".

I want
Younger me
To see me Succeed
in our dream.
That is what my answer should be,
But instead its
I have to make my father proud
Of me.
I want to hear those words slip from his mouth
That he is proud.
I strive
with everything I do in life,
From the pen that I write
To steps I take.
Everyday,
My goal is to hear him say
He is proud.
That is all I want in the end.
All my hard work
My grades
My life
Down to the outfits,
I want it from his lips,
His mouth
to speak,
I AM PROUD.

Did you really have to change,
the moment I turned 11?

How the days we'd spend together,
suddenly turned into trying
to ignore each other
and screaming in the kitchen?

Maybe one day,
you'd see what I feel
and what I tried to convey.

How I drowned in my own thoughts
as a mere child,
while you were busy
fighting with mom,
or scrolling on the endless feed
your phone provides,
which hopes you rot.

I guess it wasn't for me to speak,
to tell you what it really meant
to raise someone,
or how to love properly.

But could I really blame you,
if that was all you'd seen as a kid?
passing on the poison given to you
that deepened the scars,
causing your unhealed wounds to bleed out,
while you knew nothing on what to do with it.

I didn't wish for anything grand
or the materialistic things
you ask me to be grateful for
I just needed you to understand.

To listen to me talk
about my day,
or ask me why I was upset
instead of yelling at me
to stop looking so annoyed and grey,
every waking moment.

You always make a point
to ask me why I changed,
from the sweet little girl you knew,
to whatever I've become now.
perhaps, did you ever stop to think--
why?

if you don't want a child
to grow up,
and become someone
what reason is there to raise it at all?

I suppose,
at one point in life
I'll learn to forgive you.

But all that comfort I yearned
and still do most of the time,
has yet to be returned.

It waits in the silent, dark place
between your anger and mine.

well, Dad,
did you really have to change?