bad man
I can’t tell you
so I write this piece
but does it matter?
I talk about feelings
My feelings.
but who cares? It’s just words
words everyone uses.
but when you let the words sink deeper
and deeper into
your lustful heart
you’d see my writing isn’t
just words it’s emotions.
emotions I can’t yet tell, or explain
because I don’t know what it is myself.
does it matter to you ?
Any of it ?
Maybe just a bit.
your voice consumes my mind father
time and time again.
I thought I wanted to be you.
but it’s the opposite.
your the bad man that haunts
the deepest parts of my mind.
why? why didn’t you protect me?
that’s what fathers do.
your my dad so play fucking the part.
delusions
it’s all in my own head.
but I can’t tell you
