father

i believe that, yeah, dad, maybe no one is perfect. but i believe you are testing your luck.

look around

dueling blues.

one to shine,

one reflecting you.

a constant reminder

an everlasting flame.

but if you think you’re perfect,

then why am i to blame?

i know that you’re tired

i know what you’ve endured

it doesn’t excuse

how much i’ve hurt.

it says a lot

i didn’t even cry

maybe i’m already gone;

no longer reflecting your sky.

Author's Note

something i’ve been working on for a while. let me know what you think!