and my morals depend on someone who owes the world none
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and my morals depend on someone who owes the world none

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my emotions drive mental wars, but to you they are only ink on paper
when the I hate my dad wears off and I just want him to hug me and apologize
everything about you and I could never be described as “us.”
there was no “us.”
it was you, and I. Two different people. In two different worlds, sometimes crossing by.
The cold winter air suffocates the inside of my mouth, the sharp pain of an icicle pierced my heart.
Eerily, my last thought is how eerily similar the cold air is to your lips.

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did anyone else have this phase where they got with a dude like 4-6 years older than them in middle school/really early high school??? I met him in the mental hospital
hurt tumbles from my lips,
you’re neither here nor there,
and a part of me expects to see you soon, knowing you’re never there
should I be sorry ?
you’ve moved on and I’m still here
today my dad basically told me I wasn’t worth changing his habits for. idk why I even care still, it’s so embarrassing

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my heart yearns for a soul that no longer exits in what used to be our world
Highs and Lows
your roller coaster high
and the tears in my eyes
are all i want as mine.
Your crashing lows
and thrashing blows
are all i cant bestow.
you’re not between
so i’m stuck here
unable to be seen.
Eyes
when eyes meet
i shift and breathe
yearning for your heat.
the familiar sensation
of the mouth i claim to be
the sweetest treat.
I try to hide
but your beady eyes
are easy to abide.
And when time flies,
and the wind cries,
i’m stuck within the gold mines
of your warm, brown eyes.
a soft whisper and gentle glance,
when i peer through my lenses
i can only be stuck in your trance.
Because when eyes meet,
i no longer shift and breathe
but i can only imagine
the taste of my sweetest treat.
-Lieutenant
this is a hate page for my dad
i temporarily leave this app and forget it, then wind back up here thinking i moved on from the sinkhole i’ve trapped myself in

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im so tried
i attempt to write poems with the words “father” or “dad” to relieve the stress the letters place upon me, but every thought and every word after anything signalling that man’s role in my life ruins it. Causing my poem to decompose like an ugly body, left for dead.
It hurts—because poetry is the only way I can see ugly things as beautiful—however, that man has even made it so my words rear their ugly heads no matter how intricate the words are. I bleed and cry my feelings on a sheet of paper, expecting art made of pain, only to see my reflection in the words i use to describe my father. i am not my father’s daughter.