I’ve never seen you look at me
with the loving look that you
should give your daughter

I’m always in the back
never to be seen
to be heard
never to be thought of

With headphones in my ears
I push out the sound of your voice
I drain out the sarcasm and hurt
With the beat of music

Never was a genuine smile from you
No words of encouragement
No heartfelt “I love you”
Never even a decent conversation

Couldn’t pay for small things
that I wanted
never even thought
about my birthdays
or holidays with me

In a Dark spot I wait to see you
Yet you’re never there at the end
Always Mom
grandma
sister
Never is you, Dad

You’ve never done anything
for me that was heartfelt
never tried to strike up a
conversation with me
never even tried to genuinely
spend time with me

My feelings for you always be love
but is slowly being
consumed by emptiness

The man shaped hole in my heart
will never be repaired because
you’ll never make an effort
to stitch it back up

would you at least try
to make an effort
all I’m asking
What I really want
is for you to just
look at me

Half of me yearns to forget your name
Memory that burns like an ember
The other half is stubborn
Determined to remember

The dust that lay on the page
that I left open long ago
is now a page on it’s own,
with a story its own.
I look at it and read
negligence and loneliness.
I read how things are forgotten
so easily
and how things are treated as things
by people who
live their life accumulating things
and rest half of it
misplacing, destroying,
replacing and forgetting them.
How people are treated on similar lines
but worse.
How we come back to claim our possessions
when they can clearly exist better
without us.

In case you ever wonder
Where the other half of the moon goes (to rest)
It's on my chest
Just to the left
So long as I am under you and your spell