#freewriter

Leaving wide eyed yet curious victims,

Seeking my vibe, such vicarious vixens,

And now we are in such precarious positions,

Counter measures, and corrective lenses,

Different can be dangerous, be mindful of your intuition,

As a father you were supposed to protect me from heartbreaks. As my father that was no longer your job since you were the first to break mines. You were supposed to teach me about the world and how fucked up it could make me. Instead after mom dicorced you, you divorced us and showed me the world ain’t half as bad since you fucked me up first. As a man you were supposed to warn me about men and how they could love me so passionately, and hurt me desperately at the same time. You were supposed to to help me identify my crown, you know tell me I am a queen and no one could ever take that away from me. It was up to you to teach me my value and self worth, yet im not sure if I was worthy enough to you.

My father and I go months without associating. I treat you like my second heartbreak and burry the feeling of your abstance so deep that it becomes numb. I learned to love myself before any man, since my father chose to love his new wife before me. The crown that I myself placed upon my head tilts every now and then. I taught myself to fix it with no help. Taught myself to fix the broken pieces of my broken heart, that I never broke in the first place. Most of all I taught myself the more I love myself the less admiration I needed from any man especially you father...

Remember: How your thoughts create reality that is just the way the world turns.