father. you always call to say nothing in particular. you ask what iām doing or where i am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us i scramble to find questions to keep the conversation going. what i long to say most is. i understand this world broke you. it has been so hard on your feet. i donāt blame you for not knowing how to remain soft with me. sometimes i stay up thinking of all the places you are hurting which youāll never care to mention. i come from the same aching blood. from the same bone so desperate for attention i collapse in on myself. i am your daughter. i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.
Rupi Kaur, from milk and honey (via lifeinpoetry)
