There was more to you both
More than my mind could remember.
How could I hate you now?
You did what you thought was for the better.
On the days you were home
You'd make us so happy.
Father, you were such a good cook
Even though everything else in my childhood was crappy.
So when you tried to prove you were worthy
You tried your very best.
Trying to shower us in gifts and love
When you were both just a mess.
But how could I hate you?
You did what you could do.
Yet, you knew you weren't fit for children
So when you had each of us, how could you?
How could you put us through this?
--jj
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Poems
PoetryAs you have read from the title, this'll be a bunch of my own poems! There is a lot of triggers so read at ur own risk lmao. Some are based off of how I feel and what has happened to me and some are simply made up.
