Man

They say love is harsh

They say love hurts

They say love teaches lessons

They say love is need

They say love is stupid

They say moms show love

They say dads show love

But what if

I don’t know what love is

I only ever received partially love

Never completed

Mom tried

No actually mom try’s

My mom is both my mother and father

While he maybe in my life

I see him every single morning

Is he not afraid on day it be the last?

I don’t indeed remember feeling the sense of relief that I might have one felt with him.

I remember wanting the perfect dad

The type of dad that would take me to father daughter dances

The type of dad that would congratulate me on my accomplishments

The type of dad that would know my favorite color

The type of dad that would know my favorite movie

The type of dad I could run to for protection

But growing up that proved to be impossible

My standers for people dyed

Because my standers for him had long faded

I hope he remembers

The pain and hurt that he caused me

But I don’t want it to hurt him

That would be hipocripitcal

Unlike him I would rather not

Instead I want him to reflect

And know I have forgiven him

And hope for one day I hear 3 words that have seemed to have disappeared

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