The relationship,
You and I,
Tried,
To form,
One word,
Was all it took?
To murder,
The bond,
That was just,
Starting,
To bloom,
One word,
Shred me,
One word,
One word,
One word,
Was one too,
Many to hear
By: Victoria Santizo
This poem is the last encounter.... I had with my father.... That day he hurt me more then all the years of neglected he ever given me. That day I realized he was never going to be the father I needed in my life.