My Father's Ghost
The man whose supposed to love me the most;
has hurt me the most, isn’t that funny?
Was it because I resembled you,
Or was it that I reminded you of the innocence once stolen from you?
Maybe it was the resentment that built up,
Due to the lies you sold yourself as an excuse to keep drinking
Why was it though, that you’d rob me of any opportunity to believe someone could love me?
Was it too much to imagine,
a life where I received the unconditional love which was absent in yours?
Whatever it may be, I forgive you
Because I cannot fathom existing another day with this anchor in my heart
I tried my best to save you, but I learned there is no saving
And that’s when I knew, the problem didn’t lie in me;
It was always you
See,
I don’t blame myself anymore, and I don’t place blame on you
I’ve chosen to accept you, all your broken pieces to
I only hope there’s a chance for us, to finally, heal our wounds
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