buttered noodles and dusty blue curtains
you tried so hard to be perfect
giving up mattresses for blow up beds
dripping wet fairy costumes and homemade garlic bread
there's no book in this world you could've read
to prepare you for what happened next
a fatherless father doing what he needed as a child
for his daughters
setting up dinner tables with breakfast cereals
working early morning and late night shifts
to get a pool in the backyard and diamond ring birthday gifts
life always wanted to get you down
from schoolyard fights
from a closed up newspaper shop downtown
i'm sorry there's nothing i can do to make this right
to elevate the pain of the death of a loved one who didn't die
to bring back the ones that did
i know my age brings innocence
a lack of awareness and childish ignorance
and i know this is cliche for me to say
but even in my calculated silence i want you to know
it is not your fault
YOU ARE READING
here
Poetryseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
