Letters to My Old Man

What good is being filled with water when all you do is drown?

You're not kind to me

And I've done everything so that we could be

But it's about time I see

I'm just a girl, in your large world

One who doesn't quite fit in, respectively.

I don't want to walk away

There are people who await me with closed fists and unresolved resentments

I shouldn't have run from my debts

The villagers have since come to collect

And Peter Pan syndrome has convinced me that I still have a fighting chance

Strange Man

You are the antonym to my synonym

I would give you extra cinnamon when fixing you oatmeal

But this space we created

It's time I replace it

Or else I may stay here forever

Or else I may pretend what happened

Never really happened

And I may begin to forget what really matters

You're unkind to me

And you haven't the right to be

Author's Note

I loved until reality became too sharp to continue harboring the fantasy.