F**k You

a poem, or a vent, about my father as I try to heal from our past so I can move on

**mature language**

F**k you

For telling me to breathe

When you held my head

Under water

F**k you

For slicing open

My healed scars

And yelling at me

For bleeding 

F**k you

For taking my trust

In your cold hands

And crushing it

With a smile

F**k you

For handing me your

Anger

And expecting me

To weave it into

Love

F**k you

For building obstacles

And begging me to

Reach you

F**k you

For painting a tainted picture

Of what love is supposed to be

F**k you

For chasing woman with your

Jaw on the floor

And running too fast

To remember you left me behind

And most of all

F**k you

For never being a father

And expecting me to call you one

-d

Author's Note

sorry for language, please be nice as this is quite personal