#dad tw

in case y’all are wondering he injured himself doing a cartwheel

for a dance that he and all the dads at my dance studio are doing

and it’s a compilation of taylor swift songs

and he’s in a blond wig for some of it

I hit you in the face when I was 10 years old. To wake you up. You didn’t wake up.

You will never wake up. I hit you in the face when I was 10 years old to hurt you back.

You didn’t feel a thing.

I cried the day I turned 15. I wanted you to text, call, anything. You bought me a bottle of rum to say happy 20th birthday.

If you called me this year I would have killed myself that day. Maybe for the best. (Either way)

I wanted something, not nothing, if you ever sent that rum I would have drank the bottle alone and I would have hated you more.

I watched your coffin slide into the furnace today. It’s the first time I saw you in 6 years. I wanted you to hurt like me now you’re dead. I wanted you to die, I guess this isn’t what I meant.

I have so much to say to you but you’re gone. I never wanted to talk. Not till you died. These people are strangers to me but they call you family.

How can that be?