Look at you
What a clutter
Of patched up faults,
Stains and bites,
Ten excuses high
visits to our son or hangovers?
I can hear why the other side wins
Inside your head
Everytime
You fail as a father
A diorama of excuses--
Crystal--after I took off this cataract
I willingly donned to stare at you
And say "I do"
Well I did
Until I was emptied out.
The hate was too heavy
I cannot carry both it and our son,
Even if it fits you, it's gone.

01/25/2016

Posted on 01/25/2016
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